Abstract: Stupid Song

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A song plays, one tied forever to a time and a place,

And I am there, again.

Walking through the oaks and pines, down the dirt path,

sobbing and hurting, hoping and unwilling to let go.

And though I sit in a noisy coffee shop, three years after,

tears form and I turn from the others, to hide my emotion,

forever tied to a song and a heart-breaking moment.

A ghost haunting my heart.

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