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To Be Forgotten, To Be Remembered.

The night was cold in wind's embrace 'stead of yours.
On that loneliest night,
shivered with each steps,
and in between my shuddering breaths,
I whispered your name into the wind -
to the moon.
To be forgotten,
to be remembered.

10122023, 7:10 PM