Aching
I hope that every time you
see me
Hear me
Cry for me
That your bones ache.
The atmosphere above my home carries death eater clones - feeding off the emptiness that should have been closure.
May my smile, my laugh, be forever engraved in your memory so you forever realize what you missed.
Lost.
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