The pain of spirit

Time heals all wounds, and I believe this fact.

I know of her ever changing heart in a lover spat.

When hell hath no fury, I must be cautious,

Cause the love run deep like the energy in onyx.

I miss your voice no matter how much the change,

And I wish that we were near regardless the range.

My heart fills with laughter and pain in remnants of you.

And rather in this life, next, or past I knew in my heart it is you.

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