You spoke of it in your letters. Asking for it in return. Another memory dies for you.
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Another life fades within you. I miss the comfort of being sad. Do you still write both
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names on your paper. Not forgetting the last. Your hands on my chest. A gesture of
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solidarity. Clear skies don't comply with my graditude. These words don't make sense to
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you anyway. Broken pieces of existence cut my eyes. Pictures of our days pave my way. Can
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you hold this memory in our embrance.
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Skies Dressed In Black
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| Destiny |
