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Remembrence

I think of you now,
in bits and piecies
of what you were then.

My eyes do not cry for you.
Only my heart
shows the proof of your existence.

In that way, I am safe.
To keep no memories of you.
But, impressions.

Embossed in my soul.
Silky silver sliver.
Reminents.

Only small doses.
A decrepit house
that still smells like home.

good? bad? indifferent?

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