V.III

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"Your face engraved in my brain,
Your voice is ringing in my ears.
Your blood flowing through my veins,
Your hands wiping away my tears."

"His voice not so present to sooth me anymore.
His fingers so close to my skin.
He was I and I was him.
He would dwell in me evermore."

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