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Nov 2012
The years go by me, as alone I weep.
My strength escapes my eyes, water bled.
My clothing drenches and turmoil deep.
She lives on and I? I crave to be de’d

The years go by me as comfort I need.
Love is a force for good, yet it hurts me.
Love is hazy, crazy - a cause to bleed.
I wade my life behind me, try to be.

The years go by me, as lost I become.
Sight wounds me, everything reminds of past.
sight is a plague, I am trapped in a dome.
She bereaves me, for out of shame I fast.

I live on and the years keep going by.
The years go by me, the years go by.
Written by
mj cusson  London ON
(London ON)   
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