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Jun 2018
'Twas the hardest part,
Thine heart's lesser beat.
But the instinct in thy face
Was crafted so delicately neat.

Thy lips peel back,
And thy dimples expose;
Muscle memory structured
A smile to a fold.

And here thou sitteth,
Broken and faint.
And thou dieth with a smile,
One I helped to create.

Rest now with those that can fly.
For soon my love,
I will take to the sky.
And once again 'twill be

Thee and I.
Corey Smith
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