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Dec 2020
I wanted to look at our stars together, one last time
But instead, I sat in front of that old dusty keybed
Without a thought, with tears coming to my eyes
You offered me comfort and a quiet place to rest my head

It was too dark to see down, over the edge
I wished for the sky to swallow me up
And take me home somewhere way up there
But instead, I lept, off of your love, a steep and jagged ledge
I love you.
Carl Miller
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Carl Miller  19/M/GA
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