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Mar 2011
The warmth of the morning sunlight
Is taken over by the coldness
From the absence of heaven by my side
The sun’s rays upon my face
Are not as welcoming to the new day
They do not make this life as bright
As the delight of seeing your beauty
Next to me in this bed
In the vicinity of this room
That has now become a tomb
Ryan King
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Ryan King
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   M P Hill
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