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It wasn't a question of who would be missed
What mattered was that surely
In his heart she was everything
Everything about her
Her darling smile
And soft, loving eyes
All flaws, scars and sarcasm
Combined to make her the perfect picture
And only in his frozen heart was it mirrored
And she was perfect in his sight
Perfection in him forever
For she was not just someone
She was his
His queen
His bliss
His life
Now she is gone
And so he cried
And slowly died
On the inside
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