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Nov 2011
I wanted you with me today,
the first day that I cried in so long.
I wanted you there to hold my hand
like you did so many weeks ago.
I wanted you to watch me cry
with those marble eyes of yours
until you started to cry as well.
Then your small lips sagging,
trying to speak.
But you don't need to speak,
I'll hold your hand
like you did for me so many weeks ago.
Eric Guitian
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Eric Guitian  Miami
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