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When I knew you, You could do anything I sat at your feet like a small child in awe Looking up at you with eyes opened widely You were magical. I lost you along the way And I just heard your voice on the phone for the first time in a while, I don't hear the magic anymore. The passion is gone Perhaps it is hidden behind clouds of smoke, Under the *** bottles your cousin brings. Behind your brother's hospital bed Masked by the beep of the monitors Or the screech of the halting 2 train. I wish that you would promise that you won't waste away, That you won't waste the powers bestowed upon you by the gods But you would never. You were my immortal, My Ambrose.
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 6:04 AM UTC
A Lost Muse
When I knew you, You could do anything I sat at your feet like a small child in awe Looking up at you with eyes opened widely You were magical. I lost you along the way And I just heard your voice on the phone for the first time in a while, I don't hear the magic anymore. The passion is gone Perhaps it is hidden behind clouds of smoke, Under the *** bottles your cousin brings. Behind your brother's hospital bed Masked by the beep of the monitors Or the screech of the halting 2 train. I wish that you would promise that you won't waste away, That you won't waste the powers bestowed upon you by the gods But you would never. You were my immortal, My Ambrose.
josian-de-aqua
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 6:04 AM UTC
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