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Each time, I hear your lovely song, It makes me smile. Every time, I hear you scream, It breaks my heart. Any time, I hear you crying, My Soul, Weeps. When you smile, I soar. When you laugh, I fly. When you giggle, I whimper. When I see your face, I mistakenly, Think I am witness, To the most beautiful,…
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Eric Nickel
The moment I lost you, the Sun simply went out. For a time, I wandered in Darkness absolute, understanding truly, the bottomless depths of despair. Yet than, in a single moment, I realized I was dishonoring you. Never again. I than did what I had to do, what you deserved, I embraced my mind, my heart, my very soul; the…
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Eric Nickel
I have noticed, Within myself, A terrible design flaw. I will have to look into this further, When the Monster returns, For Maintenance. For some reason, I can not truly explain, The Dark moments, Linger, Last, Painfully exquisite detail. Perfect clarity. While the beautiful moments, While timeless, Slip away in the moment. I have on occasion reflected upon a beautiful…
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Eric Nickel
