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Oct 2015
You just disappeared
      not a word about where
or why
The sound of your absent footprints
                echo along the empty hallway
         I find comfort in the memory
of how a stray strand of your hair
used to fall gently
              across that beautiful oval face
                                always open to the world
even in its darkest moments
RL Smith
Written by
RL Smith  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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