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Mar 2013
I've got your ashes sitting quietly on my night stand
They whisper me to sleep at night
So do the lazy legged spiders lounging in cobwebbed corners
I am sad today. Lost.
"they" say that time heals all wounds
Tell that to the hemorraging cavity of my war torn chest
Looking down to take in the carnage the absence of my heart doesn't startle
Only numbs
I knew with you that my every beat, gush of blood
Had found its home
In the unkempt rhythm of yours
The silence that followed is deafening now that stillness has over come

You never gave up.
You just gave in.
Spirit pulling to interrupt
I will never be the same again
For you Jeremiah. You've left me in pieces but at peace. I know you are no longer suffering. Y.H.M.W.H.F.M.W.L.
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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