Relative Something

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you weren’t here last night
to hear if I had something to say
not that I did
but that doesn’t matter
it isn’t the point, anyway
I took a stroll through empty rooms
and talked to myself out loud
some nonsense, not about anything
a break in the absence of sound
I’m watching how slowly
the soul of this place
is shifting
without you around
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