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Dec 2024
Gone is known as missing,
and my baby hasn’t returned.

That feeling of love,
the look in the eyes,
I’m missing it all.

I stand here and hold bare.
I fall close to the sky’s openness.
I’ll be let lose to find my baby
but by the years end I’ll be gone
and I’ll let tomorrow
be tonight’s mystery
snipes
Written by
snipes  26/M/Waterbury
(26/M/Waterbury)   
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     Rick, Emma and Morning
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