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Rare that words do not flow
From feeling stored way down below
A missing piece or structured aide
Material things, uncertain trade
The absence has come to find
What it means, yours and mine
Disturb the flow of words to say
The magic many days of play
Lost in past memories
Come to mind, what cannot be
Pictures taken, erased, deleted
In a second, flashed and depleted
Unexpected pause, a life, ran by
Fast without even noticing why
To survive in a blissful day
Acceptance of a malice stay…