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I know its not me but him...
but wounds he had were true
I felt them in my heart......
and I relive the time again...
I dont what they are saying..
I dont care....does it matters
I just hear the music melody
dancing alive in air wings..
A letter a message....in blood
of all that was true from him..me..
All of my heart ...his self was there
but ....words of love were orphaned ..
as were left ...unfed ...unread....
People pass by...me......him...
I see thru them ..their lives...
there is still hope in them ..hidden
love that is hope always there
smiles of beautiful enchanting woman
or a touch of somberness in her eyes
I drown in her faith ..her love again....
music in air or my ears....live
as if canvas from blood painted to...
heavenly passion of immortal love...............
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