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The memories I have
Of our moments together,
They are only stories.
But the photos I find,
A love note once hidden in my bag for me,
The Christmas ornament engraved with our names,
A recording of my song for you,
These are the artifacts;
The proof that we existed.
About the Creator
Katheleen
Just what is wholly unsayable.
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