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Dear Diary, ...all I have are tears today.
WHERE HEAVEN LIES
I contemplate my disbelief
not to dwell forlorn.
Peek through the veil
does he remain
in any shape or form?
The memory
his touch
fades
pain
I beg for ease.
Presence of my love
I feel
within each evening breeze.
I am a ruptured soul
and bleed
embraced by angel eyes
he moves along
the ghost I need
for that's where heaven lies.


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