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As I was alone in the night,
I looked up into the sky
The stereo rang out loud,
Into the quiet breeze.
My lips shaped the words,
As I lay on the grass,
Words falling out of me,
As if by themselves.
Reminiscing each night,
It was a quotidian routine,
Singing these songs,
As I lulled myself to sleep.
Only part I’d left,
Of a love that had once been,
The only part true enough,
I didn’t let away from me.
Listening to him play,
I felt we were close again,
A dream or blatant hope,
Mixing in me.
As the song ended,
I willed myself to believe,
His perfect note was all the perfection,
That I’d ever need..

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