Week from hell... I am just tired and may feel like commenting more when my eyes don't feel like they have been liquified
The sun still shines though you're not here
It's a cold sun though, barely warms even a fly
Flies have fallen from the cold too
I hear your voice wherever I go
It echoes in my ears and almost haunts my mind
Not haunt, for haunt implies fear
I hear laughter, some nondescript sarcasm
but overall a nicety that shall forever ring in everyone's ears
Your laughter was contagious
Not false and somewhat infectious
I can only wish you the best, wherever you may be
and hope all those you have touched find some peace
Maybe they will see the shining sun
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