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I'll think of you in pieces, like
The shattered remains of the past
Fallen from our mantle
Fallen from the grace we used to own
I'm haunted by the feeling of your lips
Your footsteps echo down my hall
Your voice whispers in the corners
This house is no home
Only a building--wood and mortar--
And it aches for the warmth you gave
You tried to sweep this under the rug
But shards lie twinkling still in twilight