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Feb 2014
rain falls like ink blots forming words upon the busy canvas behind my eyeballs and all I can see is your face peering around each letter.
i tried to remember why I was still alone when the longing in my heart stretched itself upwards to fill the empty spaces in my mind.
if you were a song I would put you on repeat in the silver dusted moonlight
during the long drive home late at night
the stars, being the greatest audience,
would shine ten times brighter.
Elizabeth
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