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Running does not help
They will still be gone
We will still remain
the lost
as much as they
My hope is that
they watch over us,
guide and protect us
let us know, gently
when we are
going further astray
Keep us from hurting
ourselves more
And rather, feel
their love
every day
Suburban Hobo 
Beautiful, Erica, and comforting.
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I believe it.
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Such a beautiful poem. It brought tears to my eyes. Amen. 💗
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