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Aug 2020
There was once hurt inside,
that carried my pain,
Delivered through suffering
to my deepest of depths,

Now there is a hole,
that is reserved just for you,
A hole that I treasure
as the most precious,

For, the hole inside me
is filled with your memory,
A togetherness,
that can never be broke,

So never apart
Shall we feel (through this life),

Because in my soul,
I have hold of your

heart
Written by
simon law
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