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Sep 2013
He falls to his knees
At the sound of his loves last breath
All the things he never said
Running constant through his head

"I love you"
The words slip off his tongue
But it's too late
The deed is done

Those were the words
He could never say
For his love was his best friend
But now he's gone away
lemon
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lemon  somewhere in the midwest
(somewhere in the midwest)   
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