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Jun 2012
Witnessed her imperfections
first time I laid eyes upon the
beauty of her, but, those
memories hurt to allude to;
when I envision our times
collectively, mind body and
soul feel the loss of her.

Fore, each passing day I
still absorb the scent of her,
lingering against the breadth
of me as if, she's still laying
here next to me; I thought
loving her deeply would keep
her sated, always by my side;
suffice to say I realized I've
been living a lie.

Too abashed by my love so,
openly annihilated; I cringe
within, but, I'm released of
this burden as her words
echo in my mind as that one
facet of her showed no
remorse letting go of us.
Written by
Debra A Baugh
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