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Every book into the box
Every box sealed with adhesive tape
Every roll of tape he uses
I feel the prison key turning
I fight back tears
He cannot see me crying again
He'd try to hug me
And if I feel his arms around me I'll broke
I close my mind
We're not putting away my things
Nor my life
We're filling boxes
He looks at me, like is afraid to forget something
I'll remember everything of him.
His eyes, his smile, his scent.
I'll remember when I'll be away.
When I'll be without him
I cry.
His arms around me are all I need now.