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Without A Trace


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That winter
You told me
"I love you".
You promised me
Our forever.
I was
The key
To the haven
You crave for,
The answer to
Your unsolved mysteries.

On that cold, snowy day
You told me
"You're not the girl for me".
You gave me
On that cold, snowy day
A frozen pain
The sun can't melt.

I am
Barely
A fleeting memory on
The timeline of
Your life.
Our ephemeral dream
Gone
Without a trace.




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