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Memory is gold, crystal clear like Ultra-violet ray from the solar system,
Leaving the scar of yesterday in my skin like a tattoo.

Your nomenclature keeps ringing the pendulum bell in my auditory canal,
My deaf ear could hear your faint voice in turbulent storm.

My heart keeps opening the Pandora box of your kinaesthetic,
Leaving my soul trapped in the sand of time like a fish on terrestrial.

Yesterday, today, tomorrow, and overmorrow keep writing your absence in the blank space of my soul,
Blocking my visual to read my own thoughts.

Waiting for my genie, just to wish for
pangea still to halt your demise a little longer,
I hope I get my wish one day.

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