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Feb 2016
her body
life-
less.
frail & cold.
i love-
d her.
i let her go.
i regret

all the moments
i did not hold her close.
it is
too...
late, now.

she belongs to the earth.

*maybe she was never mine.
i did not try;
hard enough.
i can almost hear it
mk
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mk
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