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I’m missing you near Wish you were here, I'd send a postcard to my first love. Down below, So as above, Always the best when push comes to shove.   Everyone says That it comes in waves Now it's crashing and covers my face. Ashes in jars, All that you are, My beautiful boy, what a waste. If you were the wine, I'd have a taste, Stuck in the maps and still misplaced. If my love didn't die, You'd still be alive And we could get out of this place. My heart calls to you, With notions of gloom, Locked in a room, in the dark. The clock and the time, They fall out of line, Eternity has no ending or start. Everyone says That it comes in waves, Now it's crashing and covers my face. Ashes in jars, All that you are, My beautiful boy, what a waste.
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
My Beautiful Boy
I’m missing you near Wish you were here, I'd send a postcard to my first love. Down below, So as above, Always the best when push comes to shove.   Everyone says That it comes in waves Now it's crashing and covers my face. Ashes in jars, All that you are, My beautiful boy, what a waste. If you were the wine, I'd have a taste, Stuck in the maps and still misplaced. If my love didn't die, You'd still be alive And we could get out of this place. My heart calls to you, With notions of gloom, Locked in a room, in the dark. The clock and the time, They fall out of line, Eternity has no ending or start. Everyone says That it comes in waves, Now it's crashing and covers my face. Ashes in jars, All that you are, My beautiful boy, what a waste.
#love#lost#death
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
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