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i die

a little inside

each day;

i don’t remember

the strength

you talk about,

how i lifted high

the clouds,

revealed the mountain,

sun peaks inside

my mind.

i try

to light the fire

ignite a spark;

i am

too cold,

worn and tired,

an angel banished

to walk this earth

alone

thinking of you

so close

yet starlight years away.

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