39. Day After Day

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Every time I shut my eyes, you flit right through the cracks like a ray of hope,

Only to remind me, that you were the one who created those cracks in the first place.

And yet every time I open them, there you always are in flesh right in front of me,

Dancing through the memories of yesterday, lost in the winds of a path now left behind.

And even though I pray, day after day, of being freed of your memories as release,

They only seem to sharpen, as though it was just yesterday, and you, just a glance away.

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