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Jun 2017
A sweet parting on her tongue
From her last breath, she drew
She whispered, "Never forget me."
I thought, 'How could I forget you?'

She smiled as if she had heard me
Then accepting death, she reached towards the sun
Like a flower, she once bloom'd
But now Spring was finally done
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