The book next to his bed was the worst.
Opened and shut many times, with harsh handling.
Much like his heart, it had lost its beats.
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You slip away
like a morning dream
fading in the bliss of sunshine
in the forgotten meadows of fall
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It was like…
it was meant to be,
finding you at summer’s end,
where all things fall,
through the dotted lines…
of gold and red,
finding you at summer’s end
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