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6d
Empty chair
Where once you sat
Empty bed
Where once you slept
Empty days
Where once you slept
Empty days
Where once we walked
Empty prose
Where once we talked
Empty face
Where once had a grin
Empty aura
Which died within
Oh well !
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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