A Memory Best Left Forgotten

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A soft piece of music

Ringing across the rather empty room

Your lonely soul

Has left to haunt another life

Left me worse than I had started

As I sit in the room

And your imprints fading away

I do not grasp for your warmth anymore

I do not do anything anymore

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