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For the first time
Hearing your voice
Since you left
Was like a gunshot
To my chest.
With every aching
Beat of my heart,
All the memories
Gushes out
And I reveled
In the pain of the past.
Holding on
So the ghost
Of you might
Haunt me
A little while longer. 

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