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The Things we Miss
Death is whispered along the lines like an absent writer,
and in attempt to restore future thoughts,
the memories get pushed away,
until the only thing left is an empty page.
and in attempt to restore future thoughts,
the memories get pushed away,
until the only thing left is an empty page.
Published 18th Dec 2014
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19th Dec 2014 8:05pm
This poem hit me hard for somr reason, but i am not sure why. Anyway, thank you for these beautiful words.
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