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he rocks back and fourth in his chair watching the smiles on his younger generation  run pass the plates and   knives  on the dining room table  waiting to be sawed   through the bird that once had a heartbeat like his own  that continues to pump blood through his veins unaware of the ache his heart feels with every beat he breathes  praying   he could only feel her  again  nothing can compare  as the scent of fresh pie waits in the air  wondering if this is the last gift from God he will receive as the wrapping paper covers the floor  leaving the tree  empty underneath the way his smile feels after a long year he can only take so much without his bride   by his side
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Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 6:22 PM UTC
patiently waiting
he rocks back and fourth in his chair watching the smiles on his younger generation  run pass the plates and   knives  on the dining room table  waiting to be sawed   through the bird that once had a heartbeat like his own  that continues to pump blood through his veins unaware of the ache his heart feels with every beat he breathes  praying   he could only feel her  again  nothing can compare  as the scent of fresh pie waits in the air  wondering if this is the last gift from God he will receive as the wrapping paper covers the floor  leaving the tree  empty underneath the way his smile feels after a long year he can only take so much without his bride   by his side
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Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 6:22 PM UTC
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