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It was a sunny day,
but I felt cold
it was a bright day,
but darkness echoed
she appeared in the haze
and i knew this was her
as we were passing each other,
she reached out her left arm—ever so eagerly
offering me
what she was holding in her left fist
i reached out,
with my left hand
she placed the thing on my palm
and it burned ever so deeply
i held it against my chest
and it burned, deeper
she looked at the burn marks on my chest
and cried in silence:
i knew that she cared
when she left
i turned back
to see her one last time
she turned back and looked at me
with a smile—
a silent, pale smile
then she turned around
and took a step towards me
the echoes of darkness
thinned away in slow motion
and i beheld and awaited
ever so patiently
she took another step towards me
and i woke up.
The pain was still there
7:12 PM
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