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Sep 2016
Every death is a soul,
The soul knows no time;
And yesterday is here
With dew renewing
Under same skies
    The voices that echo
And the same stones
Thrown as a child
Still exist
Day of night
   Under a strange star-

  Your loss is an eclipse
Of a lonely sun.
The Dedpoet
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The Dedpoet  38/M/San Anto, Tejas
(38/M/San Anto, Tejas)   
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