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Every time I blink,

you slowly disappear,

and sooner or later,

you really won't be here.

Your memory, it lingers,

the blood stains on the wall,

and everytime I think of you,

my tear drops hit the floor.

A little while later,

I slowly walk away,

with a dagger that,

will take my memories away.

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