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To love what death can touch
is a very scary thing.
to love the little kicks then kicks no more...death has shattered your dreams
for life has lived in me
your movements once lifted me
i remember this and my joy turns to pain
because there was no sunshine after my rain
tis a hurtful thing it hurts so much
to love and lose what death has touched.
Copyright © Alberta Richardson | Year Posted 2016
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