Seven

Posted on December 13, 2012

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Seven days his week is hard fought
in which he’s thankful always for

Six years old he fell in love
for the first time, his eternal dove

Five since his heart was ripped out
losing faith in all that life’s about

Four years to fulfil a dream
to live the life that should’ve been

Three it’s almost been since he went
in which his spirit was heaven-sent

Two the number he wishes
when thinking of you

One is he, with his dreams of home
and imagination, sadly alone

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