Time doesn't erase you.
It makes you blurry and soft without erasing your presence, the memory of you and the little town where you live and write words I can't read anymore.
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I still think of you.
I still think of your arms and the dances they held.
I listen to the music supposed to erase my pain but it creates new memories and it hurts to think about them.
It hurts to think that I'll never feel you against me anymore.
I miss your embrace.
I miss everything about you.