Cory Cumberworth

by AnglePassingThrough   Nov 30, 2005


I can't call you
your not there.
I can't write you
you wont read it.
I can't sing
you don't lesson.
I can't send flowers
you never see them.
And I can't see you anymore.
All i can look at is a headstone.

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