Pews
dry eyes
aching hearts
make it stop
aching souls
prayers and thoughts
make it stop
too fast
last week he spoke to me
fear pervades sorrow pervades loneliness pervades
Hope is a mirage in the desert
I will never see him again
The pews have it all.
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