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I hear the echoes of you

I feel the warmth of your touch still,

I loved your independence

As well as your free will,

The echoes of you remain with me still,

Your lingering kisses I still taste

Your laughter I can’t hope to replace,

All the fun and energy you possessed

Left me wanting more as if obssessed

But all I have now are the echoes that you left.

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