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Nov 2010
Watching them go,
hand in hand.
How it mocks me,
at each glance.
The light I thought we shared,
gone during his reign.

Oh the pains I would undergo,
for even the slightest touch.
The lose of you,
pours upon the scars on my faint heart
Written by
B T
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