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Words to dress the dying.


You imagine yourself to be alone.


Slowly.


Surely.


You'll find and enjoy your way to her 

once more.


Sparkling moments

of

happiness.


And then

with character and lustre

you recklessly

catch fire.


A kind of sorrow falls.


One's space is never there

to

stay.




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