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You pass by me like a faint cologne - the scent barely grazing my senses. I am as empty as a widow's soul. Your ghostly caresses die like a distant reflection. You are an owl beating your broken wings into corner niches that do not encumber my soul. Feathers slowly drift to the ground like Autumn leaves almost hovering in mid-air. You steal light from the white-hooded moon as your vacuous demeanor dissolves into nothingness in the thin air of a peach-colored sky.

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