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Oct 2010
My mirror doesn't
work. When looking at it, all
I can see is you.

Your eyes were swollen.
And my heart was breaking at
the thought of your tears.

Were you me? Was I
dreaming? Some questions aren't
easily answered.

So I drew you a
pretty picture. Hope you'll love
it. Like I love you.
Kelly Lutz
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Kelly Lutz
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