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Sep 2020
His Spirit showed me

His tear I was curious too

2mins to late

D Chord

His lips could not speak

The Spirit never weak

Ships in the Ocean
of lies
and devotion

Even death kept him warm
as I held him hand

It is not your passing that i felt
it was your crying
I
under STOOD

Lefty flip
from the hip

I will try to keep
sometimes I will weep

Jimmy yeah I know
some will never go

Like the Castles made of Sand
I held deaths hand
Michelle A Ford
Written by
Michelle A Ford  45/F/Upstate New York
(45/F/Upstate New York)   
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