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RIP Poppy
My house is so full of empty spaces
where you used to eat, sleep and be
My days are now full of silence
because you are not here with me
My thoughts are full of worry
was it too soon to say goodbye
My eyes are still full of tears
I hope you didn't see me cry
My body is full of loneliness
you were my companion to the end
My memory is full of good times
sha...
Thursday 14th May 2020 1:48 pm
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