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 Mar 2016 Marko Antic
niamh
Im lashed to the tracks
Waiting
For the trains that come
With no warning whistle.
The air is crushed from my lungs
And my heart shatters.
Still I lie
Still I wait
Still I live.
Sometimes I laugh
Before I cry.
Mercy travels elsewhere.
My gorgeous nephew died just over 7 weeks ago. Whenever I think of him, I struggle to realize he's truly gone and it genuinely feels like I can't breathe

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