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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…