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Feb 2015
When was the last time you breathed?
Staring from the surface-
All the color in those cheeks,
where is that pristine glow?
I must've fallen asleep-
Dazed in obedience
Just to keep you alive,
Sprawled blue across the floor.

... it's still colder...
... than your smile...
As I lie safely tucked beside,
Your cold skin pierces mine.

All the pieces set in place
But ever too blind my eye
I can bear all the blame, but
Death, it was just a child.

© 2012
Neal Emanuelson
Written by
Neal Emanuelson  Amsterdam, Netherlands
(Amsterdam, Netherlands)   
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