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I am going to call him, When I awake, when my eyes open. He may be asleep, but rest will be softly broken, His voice may be gone from my mind, But I need one last conversation before it dies, Like to a flower, I try to tend yet I’ve failed to care, I know he’s still here, I see him everywhere. Ready to hear his warm and gentle sound, I fall asleep with the small hopes, The small hopes of that one last conversation, I didn’t know it wouldn’t bring his salvation, Yet I rest. With the morning smile, While he grips on, walking the life and death isles. Ready to hear his warm and gentle sound, I fall asleep with the small hopes, The small hopes of that one last conversation, I didn’t know it wouldn’t bring his salvation, Yet I rest. With the morning smile, While he grips on, walking the life and death isles. I’m met with the consoling dawn, Somber in its nature, Yet the feeling of emptiness is a puncture, The small hopes of one last adventure, I was going to call him, When I was awake, but his eyes did not open, For you see, he is asleep with rest that remains unbroken.
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Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
Last call
I am going to call him, When I awake, when my eyes open. He may be asleep, but rest will be softly broken, His voice may be gone from my mind, But I need one last conversation before it dies, Like to a flower, I try to tend yet I’ve failed to care, I know he’s still here, I see him everywhere. Ready to hear his warm and gentle sound, I fall asleep with the small hopes, The small hopes of that one last conversation, I didn’t know it wouldn’t bring his salvation, Yet I rest. With the morning smile, While he grips on, walking the life and death isles. Ready to hear his warm and gentle sound, I fall asleep with the small hopes, The small hopes of that one last conversation, I didn’t know it wouldn’t bring his salvation, Yet I rest. With the morning smile, While he grips on, walking the life and death isles. I’m met with the consoling dawn, Somber in its nature, Yet the feeling of emptiness is a puncture, The small hopes of one last adventure, I was going to call him, When I was awake, but his eyes did not open, For you see, he is asleep with rest that remains unbroken.
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JHA29
19/M/INDIA
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 10:10 AM UTC
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