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the world is subdued;
it's reflective and downcast.
the colors of her personality
forgotten in tones of gray.
her shapely elegance
shrouded in a concealing mist.
we wonder at this loss,
and cry for the beauty of the past.
when reality becomes cruel and harsh,
and we cut out our hearts to protect them,
i promise i won't forget you,
even then, my dear.
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