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Apr 2014
Her
I know I'll never find her
I woke up with her voice in my ear.
When she left me
the city died
stars didn't shine
everything had been abandoned
everything was alone
incomplete.
I turned on the t.v
she was talking about the weather.
I woke up with her voice in my ear
her image in my head.
I hope to see her again tonight
because I know I'll never find her.
Written by
Giselle Fagundes
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