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Feb 2018
Black tie,
Black suit.
I'm Thinking of you.
Black dress,
Black shoes.
Good god Girl.
I'm missing you.

Where are you?
Where did you go?
Lord don't take her,
her body's not even cold.
I need you.
Please don't go.
Take my hand.
Let's grow old.
Don't give up
on me just yet.
At least wait
until my final breath.

These are words,
He never said.
Maybe he'll say them
when I drop dead.
Written by
Jay Lewis  28/United Kingdom.
(28/United Kingdom.)   
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     Rick, ---, NuBlaccSoul, Latina1813 and amber
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