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Nov 2010
Cradle my my bleeding heart
As everyone laughs and falls apart
We used to breathe but we don't anymore
We smile and nod as the ceiling becomes the floor
The sands of time slip through our fingers
The warm memory always lingers
Your eyes softly glow
Our conversation does flow
No one else is around
They are lost and can't be found
We ***** a perpetual journey into our soul
We were halves that are now whole
Patrick McCombs
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Patrick McCombs  26/M
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