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Imagine this.

Soft sunlight filtering down through a dusty window,

Sitting alone in an abandoned warehouse

Boxes piled up on each other, leaning so far you’re scared they’ll fall

All you can smell is the lingering aroma of the roses he brought you

You trail your fingers along the floor, feeling the soft wood

You’re leaning against the wall, lost in thought..

When suddenly you smell smoke!

Your head snaps forward as you look around, looking for the source

Yet you realize it was imagination

You haven’t been right since you left him

He’s all you think about, but you’re trying to forget

It’s for the best after all; you leaving

But you don’t know if he realized that…

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