Spoon-fed
Inhaling all of you,
My lungs full.
This stomach dull,
My heart still oh so blue.
These eyes see nothing else,
My hands without.
This soul devout,
My heart still on the shelf.
These scars miss your touch,
My mouth whistles your voice.
This boy with no choice,
My heart can no longer vouch.
This body now at rest,
My chest heavy.
These eyes all teary.
Goodnight to all you could attest.
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Love you R
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Rest in peace uncle, our hearts broken.
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