Warm chocolate

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They asked me who she was

I said: She was who she wanted to be.

Still every night, when I lay down

memories are hunting me.

Her warm chocolate cup on the table

Her body laying on the couch

her tears running down from the cheeks

and her asking:

Who am I?

You're the person you always have been.

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