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Apr 2015
Gone,
Taken from our midst,
Our grasp.
We waited so long
For her arrival
And now all we do is mourn
Because we were careless
And she slipped through
Our glossed fingertips.
All we can do is cry,
Cry to God
Asking, no Begging to bring
Her back.
But its too late
No miracles can change time
She is gone
Kale
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