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Oct 2014
Your words are music to my ears
My broken soul's reprise
A chansonette to ****** my fears
I miss your perfect eyes
When you looked into mine
& gazed into my soul,
    you saw the gaping                                      hole
inside of my chest
where your head used to rest
I still breathe, you still live
These dreams are all I have to give
I dream of books stacked by the hundreds
& lips itching to meet with skin  
Where hours are minutes and roses are rings
I don't know why I dream of these things
And secrets were spilled, but never were tears
And our love filled the void of a lonely three years
Aron De Ro
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Aron De Ro
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