P for Perfectly Gone.

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My place.
It's like something is full.
It feels right for once,
like nothing is cluttered,
like every color works,
like every piece of furniture fits.

That's cause you left.
You were the one to break the colors,
the one to clutter it,
the one to take away the furniture.

And now you're gone it's like everything fits.
But at the same time,
My favourite flower,

Is gone.

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