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Jan 16
You're still here.

Your laugh reverberates inside my chest cavity.

Your touch has etched semipermanent grooves in my skin.

Your smell lingers in the oddest locations.

And yet, you're gone.
Spilled little things
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     ---, naΗ§Γ­ and Abbott J Hardison
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