David de la Croes
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Oh! I miss your spontaneous laughter,
the mischievous, bright glint in your eyes,
everything around you is quiet
just like my heart which silently cries.
I wish you could acknowledge my words
and respond when I gently touch you
no-one now bothers to kiss away
my tears as they unrelenting flow;
for I fear that you will never wake
and that I would be alone again
in the dark and the frightening nights
asphyxiating from my piercing pain
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