Memories disintegrate and become vague. Painful times come and go. But there's this silhouette. Mocking at me everytime I dail a once familiar set of numbers. It no longer works anyway. Somehow I'm happy my calls don't get through. & Maybe only through nostalgia, I can feel you. Etched in my deepest and fondest memories. The silhouette of you. Goodnight silhouette.
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