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Mar 2011
Standing on the porch,
Hand in hand.
We looked out onto the World.
Realizing how much time is left.
Her touch began to feel distance.
Her eyes gazed from afar.
Her body drifted from me.
Her kiss felt icy.
Her smile.
Ah her smile,
How could I forget?
I guess that too has deserted me.
I miss her, why is death so cruel? :(
Randy PSoMAS Wiafe
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Randy PSoMAS Wiafe  United States
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   Nina McNally
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