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Apr 2011
I didn't need her to tell me not to.
The tubes running from her nose, behind her ears, across the floor
they speak for themselves.
But there's something about being here,
knowing she was.
And that we both enjoyed this landscape
as we lit,
an end for her
and a beginning
for Me.
Written by
Becca Calvillo
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