In vessels of dust, longing resides,
In stillness draped, where quiet prevails,
Once vibrant beings now reduced
To these containers, forever and fused
I live in denial with this grief
The longer their memories linger,
the more teary I lie to my sleep,
oh how dearly I envy you mors'
taking all the love to yourself
the reverie sounding of their names
oh my aching soul, still unrequited
your jars may look quite plain and bare,
But for me who love, its brimming with care,
i thought i may write more to this but its...
the tears are all over the inking
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