Not there

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By Notta

As I sit on a rock next to the water, I feel the worm breeze. Listening to it speak. I hear your voice, And turn around. But you are nowhere to be found. I look into the water, And see your face. Wondering are you really there, So I turn around again, Sadly I don't see your face. I get up, And walk on home. I feel your hand on my shoulder, I goto feel it, And its not there. I walk into my house, And lye on my bed. Thinking of you I fall asleep, Dreaming of wonderful things about you.

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