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Nov 2017
My Lover, My husband, My friend
My brother, my son,
you've been with me till the end.

This breathing of mine will soon cease

and still I'll be resting at your feet.

My savior, My christ, My light.
It pains me to leave you
as my soul is taking flight.

The fun we have had,
the days when we lay crying
are all flashing before me
as its me who lays here dying.

And for every single bad day
I hope you to forgive me
and for every single good day
i wish you to relive me.

My whole existence
has been for your amusement
and I am so grateful
for no other way I'd use it.

My lover my husband my friend
I've enjoyed being with you
until the very end.
A poem written for a contest, about dying
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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