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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I hear your name in the hollow wind, a ghost that lingers on my skin. Shadows stretch where you used to stand, but I reach for nothing, just empty hands. The echoes whisper soft and low, telling me what I already know— you're gone, you're gone, but never far, still burning deep like a dying star. Scattered pieces of my heart, lost in the dark where you fell apart. Every step, every breath, every night alone, you're the melody in my silent song. Scattered pieces, torn and frayed, drifting where your memory fades. But I still chase the embers bright, haunted by your love tonight. Your scent lingers like sweet decay, a love once full now washed away. Moonlight traces what we had, soft as sorrow, sharp as glass. The echoes whisper soft and low, telling me what I already know— you're gone, you're gone, but never far, still burning deep like a dying star. Scattered pieces of my heart, lost in the dark where you fell apart. Every step, every breath, every night alone, you're the melody in my silent song. Scattered pieces, torn and frayed, drifting where your memory fades. But I still chase the embers bright, haunted by your love tonight. If I could gather every shard, bind them back with all we are, would you stay, would you be, more than just a dream to me? Scattered pieces, dust and bone, love’s a ghost I call my own. Still I sing, still I fight, haunted by your love tonight...
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