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Not Even One
Do you see
What I wanted to see?
Do you see
The shine of the sun?
Do you see
How I prayed
I could be,
But just not enough
For true love?
Do you see
How my heart
Still does beat,
Pumping fast
Newfoundland
Blood?
A dripping red mess,
The course wasn't met.
Without you,
I am not even one.
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