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 Apr 2014 Moose
forgotten
I wish I had the ability
To write a poem
To go to sleep
To interact with people

But all I can find myself able to do
Is make myself a cup of coffee
Stare out the window into the emptiness
And let my imagination flow
With thoughts of you
Thoughts of us
What we could be
 Apr 2014 Moose
forgotten
I woke up this morning
My mind consumed by you
I feel a sense of mourning
The death of a mutual love

The birth of a lonesome love
Here I am
Hurt
Again
idek
 Apr 2014 Moose
forgotten
death
 Apr 2014 Moose
forgotten
Start thinking about
Where you go when you die
Does your soul rest where your coffin is
or is death just a metamorphasis

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