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Empty 

I left my words in your fireplace 
Departed and gone without a trace 
Broken hearts and ashes scattered aimlessly on Persian rugs to complement the pain I gave 
Thinking about the warm flat note of silence from our last debate 
Colorless dialogue meets the emptiness in our exchange 
How did we become strangers with breathtaking memories, in which our breath could never take 

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