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Mar 2017
the cold absorbs my skin
only your whispered breath within
can warm this near fatal heart
of memories since we're apart

I watched those eyelids twitch, dreaming
what fantasy you might be seeing
but I woke up to reality
the erasing of our legacy
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
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