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Jake Stewart Jan 2013
Where are you, my beloved?
How have you left my grasp?
Our love has seemed to drain from its intoxicating flask.
At the hour of our separation, I went mad.
My day's have been dark, and my night's oh so sad.
For you in my heart was all that I had.
I wish I was there to comfort you at times when you get sad.
If only, if only,
a chance is what I had.

— The End —