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Oct 2015
#3
i held your hand when you exhaled
and the world stopped as you paused time
i cried my heart out as i pondered
and reminisced of yours and mine.
no more weak ticking in dead silence
no more confused insistent clamour
i grew to hold in bitter drama
where once was peace now chaos, harmar.
Ryan Nyberg
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