Published today : Bittersweet Memories
The opposite in fact as it steals a corner of my heart,
Where I’ll leave it behind in a mouse trail of when once I was here,
Losing a tiny part of me with every adieu mounted,
Until I’m a hollow core of has been and once was, I fear.
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