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OVER AND OVER AGAIN
Sitting under a
weeping willow,
wind rustling
in the leaves,
they began
whispering a
name
over and over
again.

Reaching in the
shadows
grasping for
your hand,
so near, almost
touching
yet suddenly
jerked away

In the distance
my shadow
approaching
now walking
beside me,
vague memories
linger.

Looking out over
the water
clouds gather
moisture,
rain-drops create
tiny pools,
reflections of
your handsome
face appears.

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