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I just found your last letter to me, And read it while watching a blazing sunset, Emulating the happy sun you drew in your letter. Ten years almost to the day, you killed yourself, I'm left with sadness, a cerulean sky, And passing clouds, toasted orange, Like heated iron in a blacksmiths forge. You were a forger of enthusiasm, bipolar some say, Yes maybe but by any standard extraordinary, Up down like a sea saw, making words from polystyrene. An extraordinary life, an extraordinary death, An extraordinary sunset. ©dbyrne Jan 2015

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Date: 2/12/2015 4:04:00 PM
Your mood after losing him/her is converted to beautiful form in these verses. Only time can calm down emotions.
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