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Jan 2013
As I sit here completely alone,

I ponder solemnly and wait for you,

I wait for your voice to call me home,

Waiting for you to miss me too.

Waiting for your thoughts to roam

Of me and our sweet solitude

Unless if you are now happy,

I am content in misery.

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You, my dear, possess a skill

The fires in me burn as hot as before,

Nothing occurred here has broken my will

I just hope thy love has restored

Without you, the emptiness shall not be filled

For you, I beg upon the floor.

Unless if you are now happy,

I am content in misery.

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I miss every breath and sound

I hope that you do as well,

To lose a love that is so profound,

I’d rather be in Hell.

There is something in you that shakes my ground

And that love you gave me befell

Unless if you are now happy,

I am content with misery.

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These visions of memories are constant,

They are heaven in my own head,

There is something about you

That I have never felt before

I can’t help the overwhelming feeling,

That pulses through me every day

I wont let you leave my mind,

Please don’t let me fade away.
Andrew P Marheine
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Andrew P Marheine  Richmond, VA
(Richmond, VA)   
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