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Oct 2017
No words I can speak.
Nothing more than silence that has taken hold of your presence,
embraced it and took it away.
An empty spot next to the lamp I gave for your birthday,
remembering how I spoiled the present by a slip of the tongue,
not knowing that you wouldn't even outlive the lamps guarantee,
not knowing that someday soon,
you would not be here with me.
Written by
Romée
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