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Darkness clouds me

Breath quickens

I hear her

Distant, vague

My eyes like stone

Staring at nothing

My heart stops

My mind glances back

Back to happiness

Back to peace

Back to Sunday afternoon

Back to chocolate milk and beer

Back to reconfigure

Back to "I love you, girl"


Reality's a cold punch

Hard in my gut

Stomach rolls

Hatred pitied me

Tears break free

Only to be caught

Again, she calls

Distant, vague

"Charlotte, he's dead."

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