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Jun 2017
No fond farewell,
when mourning made.
Just falling tears,
Along with pain.

Oh, your warmth remained.
Tainted by both despair and grace.
Enthralling torture as it may be.
Still, its slowly killing me.

Till a question popped,
asking for you.
Where are you now my love?
I know this needs to stop.
Chrimmo Rae
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Chrimmo Rae
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