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Mar 31
I dream of your body
Laying next to me,
This cannot happen
Because I’m not free.
This dream I have
Will never come true,
I am always locked up
For killing you.
I was selfish
I shattered our dream,
From my cell I can still
Hear your screams.
But still I dream
That you lay next to me
Im always in anguish
I will never be free.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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