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posted on Nov, 3 2012 @ 09:33 PM
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his guitar in the corner
still plays for me
his songs still weave
their magic
in my heart

the earth now his blanket
the stars now his light
his eyes once so open
sewn shut with black thread

he sleeps in a coffin
of unadorned pine
in a grave no one visits
in a place time forgot
on his side

and i miss him.






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