Here Then Gone

February 28, 2010
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As I clutch my pillow to my chest,
I imagine that we're dancing,
We sway to the music as,
He holds my hand tenderly,
I lay my head on his shoulder,
And The music starts to fade,
As it does,
He begins to disappear
And all I'm left with,
is a pillow and
a broken

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