worse

Every day
without
you
is
worse.
Food,
drink
are
ashes.
The
company
of
friends
is
empty.
Nothing
is
anything
without
you.
You
gave
life
colour,
music,
magic.
Without
you,
it’s
all
silence
and
dust.

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