Invisible

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They couldn't see her
But I could
Her hands wrapped tightly
Around my throat
I felt her
Her breath hot on my neck
Sending shivers down my spine
Her hair golden
Like the sun
Well what remained of it
Her skin grey
Veins like a map
A map I chose to follow
Without her I'd be lost
Alone
Unsafe
She is my drug
My guardian
My moon and stars
Yet she is nothing
But a hallucination

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