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Jan 2016
Each year we lose
One heart beat;
That's less blood
To our heads and feet.
This means my breath
Is fading too;
But I'll keep beating,
And I'll keep breathing,
Yes, I'll keep living
Just to bury you.
Nasty little piece.
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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