Qué Sera Sera, Whatever is Meant

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December 2016

Qué Sera Sera, Whatever is Meant 

 

With each simple man-hug.

There's ....

A little part of me.

That's purged, from, within my soul.

I'm, slowly dying.

For 

I miss you, each, and every....

single day.

And nothing, fills this void.

And, none..... will, ever see.

The widening hole, within, my heart. 

Where, you, 

once.......

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dude. Youve enraptured my

dude. Youve enraptured my soul with this poem. It hurts so