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Oct 2015
You kiss my forehead
with a whisper “Good morning”
and as soon as I open my eyes
I smile
Seeing the sun’s rays filtering through
your auburn hair, illuminating
your hazel eyes
reminds me all that is good
about living
And I scream
Because I am awoken the next day
not by your sweet voice
or your lips on my forehead
And I’m still screaming
but all I hear is the cold sound
of a flat line
from your heart monitor
And I can’t remember
anything good
about being alive
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