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This whisper

On the eve of morning

When I am almost awake

I can sense something

I feel the tug of the dream

Where I can see you

I can hear you

I can smell you

And we talk and laugh

And for a split second

I can trick myself into believing

That this is reality

But I always wake up

To the reality

That you died

And

I am left alone.

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