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Aug 2017
All this day
I have felt you lying dead
in the next room
waiting for me to find you
you are gone now
years past count
death has become
my father

All this day
I have felt you lying dead
in the next room
waiting for me to find you
you are gone now
years past count
lite the pyre
walk away
Written by
corbin sweeny
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