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Death

It's not so much I mourn the days that have but so sweetly passed It's not so much I dare to speak of love that was so vast It's not so much I yearn to see your smile just once again But yet I ache to feel your strength, your touch, against my hand So what then is left You have taken all What is there left to grieve And so I state with no remorse, with no regret at last Death has cast its fatal blow Death, you can kiss my wrasse

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 6/19/2013 9:10:00 PM
Beautiful!! This is a sweet, lovely, brilliant write.
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