Nothing.
Nothing and no one who can cover
your hole in my embrace, your absence in my arms.
The city becomes large and yet so small, I
cell trapped in my dark room
lacks the light of your hair, the warmth of your hands.
not even the worst of wines and the best you can get powders
forget, you can erase your memories.
These beautiful memories, those best of times,
that as always, are to be forgetting ...
Charlie 
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