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Without Your Love
Without Your Love
The autumn leaves that descend upon my heart
soon blanket the world with despair.
Free from compassion, love,
and forgiveness, a sweet goodbye.
A perfect picture of a darkened sky and a
graveyard of lost souls without a way home.
Trying to distance myself from the screams, crying,
and pleading for the touch of another heart.
Please tell me--without your love, the touch of
your hand, and the sound of your voice,
I am lost deep within the prison of my soul.
P.S. A shout out for your love.
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