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​Here I am,
Neatly folded in time.
Hiking the prices of what’s left
Of the two souls you took with you.

Book keeping memories
With thoughts that give migranes.
Time translating your face,
Your dimples sinking into oblivion.

Reminiscing on how I used
To smile and pet-slap you.
My heart sinks when I realize that
Now I need to slap a pet to smile.

I get very creative
With my foulest thoughts of you.
With every attempt, reduce you to
A little less than a bag of bones!

My darkest thoughts of you
Will make me black out one day.
Unlike you,
I keep my promises!

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