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Something Lost
You’ve left for good,
There’s no return,
A piece of you,
Left back to yearn.
The fire left smoldering,
A smoke or fog engolding,
Sense of smell folding,
Eyes begun burning.
Itching at your throat,
You...
There’s no return,
A piece of you,
Left back to yearn.
The fire left smoldering,
A smoke or fog engolding,
Sense of smell folding,
Eyes begun burning.
Itching at your throat,
You...
