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Apr 2012
this loss
these arms that
laboured once past
pain and thought, lay
now empty at  a  
loss
and staring eyes
refuse tears

and my throat
awaits a cry
this loss, silent
a haunt unannounced
Written by
montag runs
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   Nadira Zulkifli
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