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Post by althea on May 11, 2021 19:36:38 GMT
I see you, as in a dream,
indistinct and far away.
I sense your warmth and healing
I feel you have something to say.
Then pain reaches up and hits me
And, "It'll be alright," I pray.
I try to let it wash over
Like a wave of cold and grey.
Then I listen to the message in my brain.
Wipe the pain, You must wipe the pain.
He will never come again.
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