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Oliver Svensson.

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Echoes

I walk alone through lonesome corridors.
I can see us now and then.
The difference is nothing farther
than the cries of the empty halls
and the presence of now and then.
The echo bounces from wall to wall.

I can still feel your heart beat,
even now when it no longer beats for me.
- Elvís Bræburn Orchard

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