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She wraps herself up

In his blankets.

Surrounded by his

Soft, familiar

Scent. The room

emblazoned with

gifts from every

time and place.

She sips his favourite

Drink, thoughtfully, the one

She herself learnt

To love.

Leafing open her book,

She peruses his

Most-treasured story,

His cherished words across

Heavy, smoke-stained pages.

Everything is him

And she knows

These happy tokens

Will soon become

A wanton curse

When he, one day,

Decides

To

Leave.

 

 

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