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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.

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hejunwei

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Written by

hejunwei

Published

Aug 11, 2014

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Notes: Farewell
Tags: #love #god #death #inevitability

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