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Death
The thought provokes every feeling I've ever known
Beaming outward,
Like a child I can't control,
There's a knot in his throat
As he staggers into the room,
"I love you guys." Sobbing again,
"God, I love you guys!"
Beaming outward,
Like a child I can't control,
There's a knot in his throat
As he staggers into the room,
"I love you guys." Sobbing again,
"God, I love you guys!"
Published 28th Feb 2018
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