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No Pulse On Valentines
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Sappy Times I'm waking up again,
I realize that you're a ghost,
It's just another day
of losing all my useless hope,
Years ago today
You had a pulse of your own,
But like those fires
They eventually all burn out
We're spoiled like tomorrows headlines
being read by the eyes of a psychic,
These are the times when no one can hide,
We could all use a "sworn-to-the-death" sidekick,
To bad mine was taken away,
I really doubt I could (or would) ever replace her,
Conversing with a gravestone again,
It never has anything useful to say anyway,
I meditate on it as if it could banter,
If we dig the box up will you be in it?
To be candid you were always a prankster
Patience is a virtue,
How does death expect me
to wait for the news,
Valentines day will come
with or without you,
My demise will follow
due to your absence,
To be candid I'd rather
lie in that box with you
