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Apr 2020
The ambiance you left in your room
Your name carved
on a wooden cabinet

The smell of your perfume
in someone else's shirt

and that stupid song from
a neighbor's radio
you used to sing

The wilted flower
between the pages
of my old dusty journal

That
beautiful tragic love story
I'd never get over with...
...and I am still mourning.
psyche
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psyche  26/F/from the unknown galaxy
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