In Memorium
Sometimes a memory melts into a beautiful eulogy that words cannot describe.
Sometimes the laughter dulls the pain of a loss that not even Death can understand.
Sometimes moments gather like bits of sand to create the ghost essence of a flame long extinguished.
Sometimes clocks cause more loss than demise, as eras drift and blur.
Sometimes I think that I will never let time take you away from me.
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