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Feb 2015
I heeded her dying words
the very last breath when barely I heard,
I will never truly leave you

I remember how I really did not hear, she spoke
almost without words,
as I wept next to her

with mind so full of fear I quieted
my thoughts and recall
turn to memories to resolve

and feel and hear everyday
her words and soul,
very, very near to me.
wordvango
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