Staring into the bright contrast of my dark room. I can almost feel you here with me. Your words flow in front of my eyes like aloe to sunburn, with your face on the back of my eyelids. I'm waiting to see your face in front of my eyes, Because all I have are your pictures. I remember the night we talked for hours in the park. We played like children on the swings. I couldn't bring myself to say the words that came to my mind, Because your face was brighter than the lamps that lit the street.
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