for Lydia, after Allison
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I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
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"Just tell me she was real."
"What?"
"Sometimes at night I swear I can still hear her and I- I just need you to tell me she was real. That I didn't dream her."

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