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The words were assembled
On these blank pages
I spilled the inks
Swiftly drowning my memories
Of you.

Your once carefully worded phrases
I turned them into endless of dialogues
Each lines that I wrote
Became darker within the night

The spaces in my heart
The scars that you left
Bits and pieces of you
I turned them
Into our tragic story
In the end you are still my muse.
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