(sh E) Verything Poem by Pete O'H

(sh E) Verything

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every song i hear
every note; a thought of you
millions upon millions but still they cannot nearly form your song

every breath; about you
is a death i die without you
months of living but i think you know how little alive i am

every laugh; a heaven
every tear a hell
we've talked and talked though far apart but i still want nothing else

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