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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2203763
Trying to m9ve on yet cannot.
I hear the past calling from the abyss.
The voice is muffled and distant.
I climb into the cold to get closer.
Nervous that I will find some horror I locked away.
Though it is only you.
A ghost that follows me.
I lean in to hear you more clearly.
Rememeber me is the whisper.
To live without you would be sweet misery.
Alas that is not possible.
Never have I forgotten you.
At my own demise I feel you still.
The abyss couldnt hold you.
So my heart will bear the weight.
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