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Jun 2014
The night is still young,
But the stars are out.

With our intertwined hands held,
we watch the shiny twinkling sky.

Memories flashing upon us,
as small talk begins.

Time's running out,
as you had your last breath.

Tears slipped from my face,
as you whispered your last words.
Colette
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Colette  Malaysia
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