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Apr 2018
I keep your photograph to haunt me, now that you’re not here.
I’ll live my lifetime having let you down,
so far, it’s only 17 years.

I wish that I could call you,
but there’s nothing I can say.
My memories are like minutes and the hours just slip away.
Simone tried but couldn’t.
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