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I prick myself
with the memories
that we had,
it jolts my heart,

and I feel again.

It shoots pain,
Through every fiber,
and it's the only way
I can jump start;

my heart.

Told you now,
and it all fades,
The clock ticks,
with the beating,
of my heart.

Rain drops,
speckling the ground,
Staring into the distance,
You are there,
and here.

When the night
was so still,
nothing came to mind,
Just quiet embrace.