Some days you almost hear her laugh. The laugh that everyone dreams to hear. The laugh that's makes the room fill with beautiful laughter. Now the room sits in emptiness, zero happiness. There is no use in anyone going into that room. The dust hugs onto the book she read, the chair she happily danced round. Now the room is a happy memory to remember. People wish to hear that laugh once more. But that is all gone.
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PoetryIn this masterpiece book I will write my own poems or post poems I love.
