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Mar 2013
When a lover leaves they tear away a piece of you as they walk away
They leave a wound with jagged edges where love once filled the space
The edges ragged torn and sore never heal as before
That in turn shrinks and wains until a void remains
It's irregular shape and depth unknown is unique to each one
It heals in time and the pain subsides just the void left behind
The problem comes when you try to fill it, as anothers love won't fit into it
It's un mapped un charted not off the shelf, it can't be filled by just anyone.
So start your quest or wait and see if someone's there to fit complete
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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