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Four Midnights Missing


Icy, bone piercing cold

Dark and alone I stood there mentally debating 

Fourth midnight missing

anxious hopeful forgotten  

Waiting for him to return but the morning sun came instead

Reality invading tormenting my dreams

By the grave I saw his love 

I marveled at the thought of my departure

On that day my soul grew mean

I descended deep into the darkness abiding 

 

 
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