She's Still Gone
The years have passed like moments
Her scent still hangs in the air
I rise from my tear-stained pillow
And sit in her lonely chair
I am nothing and nowhere without her
Her valiant battle has been lost
The black disease ripped her from me
The soul-reaping holocaust
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