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Dec 2011
So alone and incomplete,
without the touch of your hand.
I can almost taste defeat,
without your love.
My breathing slows,
knowing you dont think of me.
My skin grows cold,
thinking what you said last to me.
My heartbeat finally stops,
when I remember your face.
Daniel Luke Nelson
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