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I cannot walk softly through the places where you were. My remembering feet grow clumsy as my heart. I feel the heat of what I could not prove - So hot it burns, to touch the places where you were. I cannot walk gently through the places where you were. I stumble and I fall each time I start. I feel you in the darkness as I move - So cold it burns, to touch the places where you were. |
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