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Aug 2017
I can't sleep when she's gone, because she's my reason for dreaming
Half-way across the world, and my heart still beats with hers
I can feel magnitudes of vibrations left by the whisper of her soul
Because we're two halves of a star turned to dust, forever connected
She's away and I'm left to wander until our paths cross again
Written by
Paul D
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