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Apr 2016
I will die in despair
from never having
held his hand
or even known him
as the other
real women
in his life
Held his face,
kissed his lips,
embraced him,
whispered shared pain,
gave him the blood of days together,
hours and minutes spent in time.
April 19, 2016
LJW
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LJW  52/F/Baltimore
(52/F/Baltimore)   
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