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It comes in death
Grief
And scorn
It comes on nights you wish
You were never born
It comes in waves
Like the pacific ocean
No warmth
Loss is the knife you wish
Had never been forged
It comes in different hues
And colors
It comes in peace
It comes in storms
But the worst part is that loss…
It always leaves you torn
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