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She laid there
remembering
and wondering what could have been.

She missed the scent
of lavender wafting towards her.
She missed the feeling
of the thin arm wrapped lightly around her waist.
She missed the feeling
of gravity
between their faces.

It all seemed so close,
yet so

far.

c.b.

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