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The warm embrace

with smiling face

has turned to rust

and gathered dust.

 

What once seemed real,

what all could feel,

time had brought to death

without a moment to take its final breath.

 

Now wisps of smoke,

the balance had broke

as memories draw further away

from the thoughts of present day.

 

What once was the center of every thought

is now left behind to forever rot.




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