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Your word against mine

when did we fall this far?

 always was,

your body against mine


                     Did I fill you up until I was empty?


And here we stood,

by her grave,

engraved-

here she lay,

a love born gone too soon


                          With you I felt closest to heaven,

                          without;

                          condemned to my hell

                           constantly wanting out of my misery


   I miss you, I love you.





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