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Jun 2015
She breathes as I hold mine.
Will she say something?
Is today the day?
Will I finally hear her words, her finely tuned sound waves come to me?
She passes, but I don't want to let go of my breath I want to keep it hold it tight and never let go like a metaphor for the love I had- have for  her until it kills me just like she did.
Ronald ramon
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