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Mar 2016
Your fingers mourned
in grey hues of regression
veins saturated by
malignant execution

We spoke final words
of love and sorrow
for there was no chance
of another tomorrow

Your pulse now peals
a toll of liberation
away from this pain
and cruel devastation

I shall weep for your hour
and what it reminds
your chime now silenced
by mortality's binds
Kylie Jensen
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Kylie Jensen  Australia
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