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I wonder if he knows, after he died I went digging for him. How sad it is for someone to exist forever and still be gone. Should this be seen, I have loved you most in death. More beautiful somehow, some ethereal, natural sense of serendipity and I still did not wade into the river. I was scared of what I might find. Part of me wishes we had gone together. Our hands rot into each other. I become you becoming earth. Now that I miss you, I see you more everyday/ I know if these words are in the world now, you and I have both passed. I hope we are reunited somewhere. Clasping fingers, touching lips, where every day it is New Years Eve.
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Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
My Finest Lover
I wonder if he knows, after he died I went digging for him. How sad it is for someone to exist forever and still be gone. Should this be seen, I have loved you most in death. More beautiful somehow, some ethereal, natural sense of serendipity and I still did not wade into the river. I was scared of what I might find. Part of me wishes we had gone together. Our hands rot into each other. I become you becoming earth. Now that I miss you, I see you more everyday/ I know if these words are in the world now, you and I have both passed. I hope we are reunited somewhere. Clasping fingers, touching lips, where every day it is New Years Eve.
-Counting down the clock, my love -M.C.
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molly-valentine
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molly-valentine
18/F/Liverpool
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
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