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Ode To The Dead Love
A fallowed soul, is free from sorrow
But life no love is death, I think

My heart now bleeds and can not cease
To think with fear, it's fear I think
Such grim of tears my chin has seen
Erodes my head and I can't think
When love is dead is death, I think

What love has done
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Missing Someone (The Missing)
In bed all day
My heart elsewhere
I listen to the door
If the steps I swear
Might stop to hit my door
But Trudge my heart away

I lie looking my phone
My love's not reachable
Several voices like my love's
Several smells like my loves

I struggled off the bed
Peep through the . . .
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