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She caressed and fondled

The plush toy

Softly

And it

Sung her

Sweet songs

Of when they were

Blissfully, ignorantly, together.

 

Its round, marble eyes

Would trace her form

Gliding throughout

The empty room

And she felt

His gaze

Burning

Her

Skin.

 

Then the day came

When they knew

Why it remained

And the secrets

Would never be

So secretive anymore.

 

 

 

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