A love story, the passing of a spouse, but their love is uninterrupted by death
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Telling me still more
She’s not what she appears to be, not now, not ever
Black, hollow portals to her self
I knew her
I loved her
I can still see her
Lying eyes wide on the white table
She still loves me
She will always star in my life’s fable
In my purgatory of love, I will always remember her eyes wide
Anguish I hope will subside
Eyes wide corpse
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