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I feel her closeness from afar

I turn to look but you are gone

Times I hear the beating of her heart 

Listen close but it’s just the ticking of your years

I strain to listen to her pain that can not wane

For your beauty is a song god swipers in my ears

Reflecting off the airs and into my heart

Pieces of me die all the time 

Pieces of you fall and never fail to fly

Morbid boredom when your alone

DNR if I am too far