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There are times
when your memories
seem to be gone forever
when the image
of your face
becomes unclear, shady....

There are times
when I think
I can live without you
when it seems
I have forgotten you...

There are times
when your voice
doesn't resound in my ears
when my conscience
seems willing to let you go...

but amidst these
tiny bits of emancipation
I live my life
still in the glorious past
still enveloped by your arms
my breath is fragmented by yours
and then there is only one name
that keeps pounding

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