I need you to help me get through this
Things are falling apart
The jigsaw pieces won’t hold anymore
The ice now in my heart
My voice is low and trembles
new depths to this blue
Soon there’ll be no purpose
If life is without you
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Ghost words of the imaginings 
rose to the level
even with a bevel
joe will pay the price
for the mess
he inherited
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