She

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I can still hear her sometimes,
It feels like she was always here.
I remember her sitting at the couch,
Her slant while she stood against the gates,

Her laugh comes in whispers to me.
Her innocence is painted in my mind intricately.

She comes in droves,
And leaves me in a wave.
Of tears.

Just like that, a second is over,
Just like that- I remember she is gone.
Just like that, the world moves on.

But I don't.

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