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Remaining Traces

 

I am the thoughts which pre-occupied you,
I am the air you expelled aeons ago,
I am the love you did not express,
I am the truth you refused to speak,
I am the footstep you hesitated to take,
I am the sight with which you saw,
I am the sound by which you heard,
I am the good deed you rejected,
I am the evil you wilfully committed,
I am the spaces you elected to be in,
I am the time you chose to spend,
I am the life you knowingly squandered,
I am the death revealing your mortality.

Remaining traces of your presence,
bear witness to your being.
Prepare then for what is to come,
That which you were is forever done.
 
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