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Mar 2019
The warmth that filled me
is
gone.
My companion
My strength
My heart
I hear the voice over and over
"Oh, she's already gone."
And my heart
Breaks and branches
Over
And over
And over.
And I know...
I know she's gone.
But what I wouldn't give
To have her back.
April Dean
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April Dean  FL
(FL)   
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   Arjsha
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