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Jun 2016
I still feel you.
I just wish I could see you,
Hear your voice.
God I'd love to hear your laugh.
It used to make me think of heaven.
Remember the long lazy afternoons,
We'd spend hours in that hammock.
We could see and smell the water.
The breeze was just right.
Just enough shade with the sun.
We had everything planned,
Sharing a dorm room in college.
I didn't make it there.
I couldn't go without you.
So I'll finish this bottle,
And swallow a handful more of the pills,
And maybe,
Just maybe,
I'll see you in my dreams.
His Gweniverre
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   Mable Erina
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