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RE: Arte y Escritura #189: Resonancias de una Ausencia.

Eternal bliss is what gives us hope.
For some, that bliss exists in having something ahead, a reunion with a lost and beloved soul.

Dear one, I miss you because I must.
In this world, you exist only within my heart.
I see you whenever I miss you.
If I ever forget to miss you, then the fault will be mine alone,
for in that forgetting, I would fail to honor your passing.

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