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Ohh your spot is empty.
Absolutely not permanently.
Because leaving me, you would never.

Sometimes I just sit there staring,
And softly whisper your name.
Every second passing here
Feels like forever.

Then I put my hand on the cold surface, and my heart warms up.
Because that's the place where you'll always will be.
Impossible to sever.

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