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by Lily Ashford   Sep 2, 2012


My throat is dry
My body weak
There is nothing left
No words to speak

My bones they ache
My eyes they weep
Memories of the past
They cut so deep

I lie there cold
My skin so bare
Why do I call you?
When you're not there

I pray you find me
And save my heart
For it kills me slowly
Us being apart .

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