Tuesday, December 24

Mourn, my friend!
I can give no comfort
As I mourn with you

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal
Death leaves an empty space which no one call fill
It leaves behind memories
sometime as fresh as nothing is past
It stops all the clocks
And Roars all the thoughts

Mourn, my friend!
I can give no comfort
As I mourn with you

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