Tales of Old Poetry: Goodbye.

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My heart breaks more and more with every breath I take
My soul that's left my body, left a demon in its place
My heart yearns for your touch, my tears scream out your name
But I knew that when you shattered me, nothing would ever be the same

September 8, 2020

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