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Jul 2019
The mind is a graveyard
Of memories
Without headstones
Date and time
Name and place
You have put them all to rest
But what do you do on days
When they suddenly turn up just right across the street?
In his favorite shirt
Or wearing her beautiful smile?
Will you run away?
Or hope for them to stay?
Triste
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Triste  F/Philippines
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