Grief feels like a fresh wound…Everytime someone mentions the loss,Or something reminds me of you,It’s like I accidentally bounce or rough it up;And the pain is renewed.Random things make me think of you:Pretty clouds mixed with the colour of the sunrise;A rainbow;The colour purple;A hot doubles with slight pepper… You would say no pepper on …
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