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Babbo
Contributed by
secretcelebrity
on
Thursday, 11th June 2009 @ 08:02:02 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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They poured the dust on your cage over five years ago,
Left in the dark, your weed ridden mark
In stone a life’s work, its existence.
There was once a soul in that box,
Before you were forced to leave.
The weeds they grow, the time it shows,
Everywhere apart from my heart.
Wrong decisions I make, the time that it takes,
All spurned by your ceasing existence.
It’s just a short while before he’ll be back,
A break in the life of a human,
But there will be no return , we become but an urn
and a print on a heart that lays shattered.
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secretcelebrity
... [
2009-06-11 08:02:02] (Date/Time posted on
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