Your t-shirt finally lost it's scent I've even lost my will to vent Your voice fades every day There's nothing left to say Unaware you're missed Dust now, not lips You are gone. I am Lone.
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Syncere
Syncere (noun) An author/poet & barely tolerable human being. Masterful trickster of family & friends, as they actually support her. In another life, could've been a failed comedienne. In the grand scheme of the multiverse, she already is.
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