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Missing

A piece of me is missing,
I roll over and your not there,
You will never be there again.
Rain pounding like an army,
Marching on the battle field,
I can’t sleep.
As soon as I think,
I have moved on,
I notice a piece of me is missing.
If I could change what happened,
Surely I would,
If I could.
But what’s done is done,
Time will move,
Dreadfully forward,
Through the thick dusty,
River.
Without you.

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