The melancholy absence of a toothbrush
Solemn empty hangers
Lack of footsteps padding down the hall
A breeze that no longer carries wisps of your scent. . .
This is the power of nothing.
Solemn empty hangers
Lack of footsteps padding down the hall
A breeze that no longer carries wisps of your scent. . .
This is the power of nothing.
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