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Comments about William Cobian
Baby I Miss You.
Babe how I have missed you…
Until I open my eyes.
The thought of you, your sight just might be my only despise.
While we float in ice cold seas like icebergs
it’s not difficult to see that we melt and our crashes are felt
and we wear down and break in size, rip our ties,
our slow demise,
two long goodbyes defies the wise thoughts
that forgotten knowledge had once brought reinforcement for my imaginary walls that I held so dear.
My bricks are scattered all around me, how they fell so quick does surprise me.
Nothing is ever meant to be,
there was never ...