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These memories
keep haunting me
taunting me.
I need to be
set free.
Who is
thee
that calls
upon me?
Those that
guide me
with each
and every stride,
I bide my
time.
In echoes of
forgotten things,
I feel you here
in silent ways.
Within
the tears upon
my face,
reminding me
you're never lost.
You call to me
when days are long,
a whispering wind,
a steady song,
to carry on
and not despair;
for even gone,
you're still here.
I hear your voice
within the rain,
within my loss,
within my pain.
Though I cannot
see your face,
I feel you
in every place.
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