Scribbles of the Heart
Dedicated to
There's a hollow echo of your voice inside my head
A faint outline of your face
A dull recollection of your name.
Who are you?
You seem so far away,
So long ago.
Memories of you diminish with every thought
That I began thinking you're just an imagination.
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