He who is gone
May not be forgotten
He who is breathless
Breathed in
Beats in.
The hand that's cold
My blood shall wash
Warmth
The heart that's gone
I will love.
The eyes that's close
I will heed
I need, I bleed.
Which my arms cannot hold,
Which my hands cannot touch,
Which my heart aches to love
My mouth aches to kiss
Thine ghost, lingers.
Thy love flounders, flourished.
plucked.
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