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Aug 2014
Adieu
Every second he is missing,
The wheels of my heart whine
With the ache and the longing
For his hand to hold mine.

Gone a man, beaten, and brave
I embodied his wine.
God dug him a grave—
I made it a shrine.
Farewell
#love #god #death #inevitability
steven
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