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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Finding Abigail “Abigail! ~Abigail!...where are you, my love? I can’t see you, nor smell you, let alone touch you…” A nebulous cloud encroaches the corridors of mind, Where a fallacious hope seeks its refuge in silence. “Abigail! Is that you? I thought I heard someone talking…” Disembodied voices revel throughout the empty voids, Existence in the grand abyss impenetrable from both sides. “Abigail, I know you care about me…I can’t see you, but I hear you…I remember the time we met my sweet, the sky and air stood still until we embraced… then came the fireworks…we must still be there, for all I see is smoke my dearest…Abigail! come back my love, I’ve lost you in the smog!” Illusions begging resolutions, the marginal mind wanders, Taking with it memories of what used to be, but now has been abandoned. “Abigail my love…I’m afraid…can you hold my hand my sweet? this is no good, I can’t reach you…where are you…Abigail!?” The subject is going into Cardiac arrest… convulsions are increasing!... We are losing him! Quickly flush with at least 20ml of 0.9% sodium chloride… “Abigail my dearest…I can see you…so beautiful you are…come to me My love…come closer...let us start anew.” Nurse, prepare him for surgery…there is a good chance we may save him…”yes Doctor.” “Abigail! Abigail! ...I’m losing you, my love…come back, come bac, com…” He’ll be OK now…we saved him, but sadly he will still be enslaved by love… Oct.04.2018 Brainstorm Poetry Sponsored by: John Hamilton Placed 2'nd [1'st of 8]
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