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by Kristin Kory
Won't you meet me in the after, where I remain and you are gone? Where there are no angels, devils, or ghosts, but an empty house won't you come?
Won't you meet me in the void, where my heart betrays me and hope survives? Where the earth is frozen and the sky is white won't you come?
Won't you whirl your wind around me or place a whisper on my pillow? Won't you leave a song outside my door to break the silence in this house?
Won't you meet me in the winter, when it's midnight and turned cold? When I've outgrown the void and outlived the hope, when my soul believes you're gone?
Won't you meet me by the old maple, where you left me when we were young? We'll tell stories and wake the spirits: I want to know what you've been up to won't you come?
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