Remember When He Was I

Remember When He Was I short poem

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When he was I,
And I was he.
We laid crying in the desert sands.
Holding hands.
Our friends burning nearby.
The cities burning in the sky.
Laughing, he squeezed my hand.
Crying, he squeezed the trigger.
Oh, how we were filled with so much vigor.
But now there is only I.
Only him.
Let me die.

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