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Dec 2016
Death I am you're son
Help me I can no longer run
my hearts become to heavy
I feel like I'm the only one

Farm my soul
Stop my weeping
give me peace
give me what I'm seeking

I feel you near
but I want you here
I want to feel the cold as I slip
and then your warm kiss on my lips
Eric Martin
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Eric Martin  Canada
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