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Jun 2015
He no longer h a n g s
On her every word
And for that she is thankful
He no longer p i n e s
For her presence
And for that she marvels
He no longer w a i t s
With bated breath
And for that she is pleased
He no longer l o v e s
Her wounded soul
And for that she is grateful
Written by
Chaos
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   unknown and Nicole Dawn
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