The story
Absence leaves dents that never quite close.
He moves through the house where every small thing still points to her: the chair that stays empty, the shirt that hangs untouched, the cup he sets down and forgets. He keeps reaching for a hand that is not there, and the rooms answer with the shape of what she leaves behind.
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Lyrics
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