she will always be beautiful. she lives...she lives in your heart, she lives in your soul, she lives in every part of you. you just cannot touch her or hold her...but never doubt it...she lives...
Once I told her a joke and she laughed; her candle still flickers. Your years are still sweet with the memory of her laughter, and the shadow of her being forever clings to your head and your hear. Her corner in your room, all the while, physically manifests the memories that cry for more than but need no such fabrication.
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