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Haunted


Often, in unmemorable moments when life is nearly normal, I glimpse your features in the face of a stranger; hear echos of songs we sang together; smell your familiar fragrance of dusty books and coffee. Pierced by memories, my soul stiffens like rigor mortis cementing death. My heart halts, when I remember yours will be still forever.
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