7seven months
i have a gap in my memories
exactly seven months longthe number seven
is a ghost number
a bleak number
the number of deaththe number seven times two
is the date of our anniversarythe number seven
is the number of days ago i broke up with youthe gap in my memory
is only seven months longi don't remember the during you
but i do remember the after
the now
the seven days later
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