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Jul 2021
My sleeping beauty, you'll someday wake
and see that I'm still here.
Your eyes are empty.  My heart it breaks.
I fear there is no cure.
To go through living with our eyes closed,
then somethings will be missed.
I too am dreaming, my sleeping ghost,
to wake you with a kiss.
To my dearly departed.
Written by
Michael
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