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Sometimes I smell your hair on the pillow when I wake from restless sleep, yawning. Sometimes I taste your toothpaste kiss whilst brushing my teeth in the morning. Sometimes I detect a frissance of perfume in the most unexpected places. Sometimes I see your crooked smile, unexpectedly, on complete strangers faces. Sometimes I forget that you're no longer here and hear your voice softly calling. Sometimes I feel your untimely death is cruel, unfathomable and appalling.

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Date: 10/10/2020 2:36:00 AM
I do think our senses heighten in grief, I could be wrong but once had similar experience to this. I like to view it they have made their presence known in a brief visit to us. Emilia.
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Date: 10/10/2020 4:12:00 AM
Bit of an Everyman poem for anyone who’s ever suffered loss