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Nov 2014
She comes like waves upon the shore
slowly at first,
then fast and heavy.
She whispers cruelly in my ear,
This is not a game.

She plays with my mind...
there one moment,
gone the next.

There is no rationalization
to be had here,
for she does not exist.
She is a figment,
such a powerful little figment,
of my imagination.
Briana
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   Weeping willow, ---, Devon Webb and ---
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