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Jan 2015
I stayed to show you the stars
But as it turns out, you fell asleep
I shouted and I screamed
But my cries wouldn't wake your breath
Oh, I curse your being,
For it makes me all the more human.
So I split the earthly seams
To lay you beneath her sheets
But your hands, they wouldn't let me go
And my heart was tucked in with yours
Oh, I miss your being,
For it makes me all the more human.
How the flower's songs glide
gently upon the breeze!
And your hues grow vibrantly
throughout all my days!
Oh, I love your being,
For it makes me all the more human.
Daniel Arocho
Written by
Daniel Arocho  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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