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Not Yet

The warm raspy voice echoes through my head

“Hey, promise me you’ll keep moving on? Yeah?”

I hold them in my arms
Their tender eyes snowing like a winter wonderland

I lost someone.

The gentle keys of a piano are overburdened with hardy, steady fingers

Fresh wind whips and twirls around them

Their soulless, cumbersome and frozen body
Resting away in the meadow of flowers

Seeping away.
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