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She stands alone, waiting for someone to find her.
She stands surrounded, waiting for someone to notice.
She's almost transparent, through his eyes.
She's merely a shadow.
She stands alone, wishing someone would love her.
She stands in a crowd, wishing someone could read her.
She goes home alone
Night after night
to the empty apartment they used to share.
She plays a neurotic melody
Woven from chords of fractured dreams.
She plays alone, waiting for her
harmony.




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