Grandfather
I remember your face,
Your reflection burnt into my skin,
My blood teems with memories,
They remain silent until they hear your voice.
I will listen more often.
I will remember to look in the mirror.
I remember your face,
Your reflection burnt into my skin,
My blood teems with memories,
They remain silent until they hear your voice.
I will listen more often.
I will remember to look in the mirror.

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