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There was a sadness in the air
Tinged as it was by the scent of loss.
She didn't see me across the room
She looked through me
A ghost of her past
Her eyes couldn't bring themselves to greet
I floated away on the breeze
Lost in the dreams of others
Their small happinesses were blades
I feel the cuts again and again
As I, unnoticed, pass them by
And I bleed inside
I fade and lose the memory of where I was
The memory of who I was
Then I am gone
No one noticed
The essence of a tear slips
From No one to Nowhere
And the last faint echo of its passing
resounds
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Posted on : Sep 15, 2014
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