Living But Dead
Our heart are like the missing pieces
Of a puzzle long forgot
Clicked together years too late
Time taken, passing, stolen
We knew not of each other’s life
Flying fast towards death
Until the finish line, too soon
Peaked into our view
Now death has taken
What time had forsaken
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