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Mar 2011
my heart stopped beating
as the news filed through the phone
told not to worry
i can't breathe can't think
food tastes like ash
cigarettes taste like relief
information is slow to come
and tears quickly flow
nothing is making sense
crying is simply too easy
why now and here
she wouldn't let me be there
the wait is worse
can't pray to a god
no hope is breaching
only left to wonder
Natasha Yount
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Natasha Yount
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     Sean Kassab and Natasha Yount
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