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Apr 2016
I see the tears falling down your face,
The feathers of your smile rustling like leaves,
Your lips tremble like suffocating lace,
I want to hold you till morning eve

Your death is coming,
I watch it from the lighthouse.
Time is falling like blood down your scalp,
Streaming till your heart stops, a crimson spouse.
Julie
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Julie  ..a quiet place in Canada
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