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Inside that empty chamber, that unfilled space, I carry your memory inside my own. Even when the Sun shines in another place, another world I see your light above all lights. Where my heart carried you, you are now part of a greater sky, a part of a larger, more intense universe. Yet, you will ever be a part of me hidden deep in thought and mind; and in the loss of my orange sherbet sunset. Where I carry you is silent, stirred only by the breeze of my faith to dwell until our lives become one again. I carry the Moon and the lasting stars as the most radiant of embellishments to adorn you with when we are reunited. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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