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Dead Memories

We used to walk
down the crowded walk-ways
talking of the universe.
You were always with me.
But now your gone,
only to be acknowledge
by a stone in the ground.
Your gone but
you did leave me.
You are still hanging
in my room on
my wall.
You are still linger
in the air around me,
filling my mind up
with memories.

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