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He rubbed his hand,
Unconsciously, from habit
His finger
Held onto a memory,
A bit of history
Now months gone,
A marker for the
Gold band there for
Countless years.
Softer now than when
He first took it off
But there none the less
Reminding him
Of what is no more.

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