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Poems come from care
not loosely struck from a pen
but from a firm hand
Today was a good day,
but I missed you by my side.
Yesterday was a bad day,
and I longed for your hand in mine.

Now tomorrow is on its way too
I don’t know what it will be,
but I know I’ll be missing you.
T
Hold me close to your chest,
and slit my throat

With my final gasp of air,
i'd say "i'm sorry for staining your shirt"

— The End —