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Jun 2017
For one last time,
I took what I had left of you,
The pictures of our best moments,
Holding it ever so tightly to my chest,
Smiling as my heart ached,
A reminder of how once your warmth felt against mine,
There it goes shackled in my drawer to be left untouched,
Time to write a new story,
One without you.
Written by
   Lior Gavra
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