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Mar 2016
Death loses its meaning, and with it, life void of you
As your presence first entered my story.
Now how can I not be feeling in the blue
To know you exist, in all that heavenly glory,

Yet never have I felt your thunder.
Do you even feel the same about me? I begin to wonder..
Written by
Rube Frost
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