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Dec 2012
A loss of breath,
A terrible ache,
"Be mine", you tell her.
A replacement.

One deep cut,
A few more scratches,
The blood is relieving.
I find my breath again.

Silence.
I close my eyes
And smile
And touch my future scars

If I lose you,
At least I have
My cold metal friend.
Yavanna
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Yavanna  Middle Earth
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