her remnants
No longer do I recall the sound of her voice, her laugh— O, that laugh! Yes, that sweet, stifling laugh slowly fades away. Her smile is no longer stored in my memory; what remains is her name— O, how that name still makes my lips smile, my heart tremble, my knees bow every time someone mentions it.
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