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Jul 2017
Here I lie,
No comfort therein,
Alone again,
Lightly breathing.

Shallow breaths,
Of life-giving air,
Send me home,
To whom knows where.

If I don't wake,
Again my dear,
I'll see you soon and know I'm near.

Though if I wake,
It may be a while,
Until I see,
Your loving smile.
Written by
Brendan Thomas  North Carolina
(North Carolina)   
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