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Memories

It must be four years since I last saw her yet she’s still in my thoughts, the shoe box in my closet with the memories we shared calls to me during the night, like a Siren enchanting a ship to the shore. A song on the radio takes me back to that last day, reminds me of all the conversations we left unfinished. A smell transports me back to the bed we shared that is now so cold.

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