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Saturday, 17 December 2016

[Poem] Buried Pieces

I was a piece of your life,
Which later became a memory;
Therefore when you passed away,
You took that part of me,
To be buried with you,
Deep in the cold grounds.
It is how I stay connected,
And at times sense you now.
The missing part of me,
Shall forever watch over your soul.

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