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just a poem about loved ones not lost in our hearts |
| empty inside, dust filled and hollow wondering if we will remember them when we awake from a deep sleep years from now, but a dream, a memory brings them back to life within our hearts or soul. we do small things even buy or find tokens of them to keep them alive, for they will never be gone, and on a cold day or night their wake will warm us and remind us that they were and always will be a great part of our hearts and life, until we meet them again... this time forever Abimael Roque |