1st Day

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The scent in the air changes drastically
And every step towards home gets heavier
An emptiness you feel after minutes
passed after
A held on piece of you disappears

And every blink you imagine happiness from
an image of the piece of you before it was altered
And although you know that emotion is temporary
The return of the absent is what you sought after

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