viii. A silent wish

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when nights are cold and stars are few,

I close my eyes and think of you,

a silent hope,

a silent tear,

a silent wish that you were here.

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My brother and I made this a year ago (it's his idea and I just helped with the words) and this is my favorite poem that we made ♥ 

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