The Elevated
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Rain hisses while the earth misses
the sun that had once filled the sky.
Outside pass headstones by -trapped,
thoughts in the cemetary of the mind.
I wish I would have loved you,
I wish I could have loved you,
I wish you knew I loved you.
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