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Mar 2022
Six feet under
I still hear you say my name
Six feet under
It feels as though nothing has changed

I shall sit above you
just as I sat at your side
And tell you, "I love you"
Like I did the morning you died

In heaven whilst I am awake
But with me while I dream;
You lay dead during the day
But are resurrected when I sleep

Now to reality
I am enslaved
For when they buried you,
They put my heart in a grave
Nicolette
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Nicolette
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