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May 2014
Your footsteps echo through my brain,
across the marble floors of a fresh memory
now empty
no life within its walls
Imprints of your dress shoes stain the chambers of my heart
with dirt and grime
Slowing down the gushing of my blood
You no longer make my pulse quicken
Against all odds your absence calms me
Thank you for wiping the slate clean
Written by
   mld and Isabella Pullivan
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