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May 2019
She was Beautiful while She breathed
While Light still filled Her eyes
And Blood still pulsed through Her heart
But now, after life, She is Her true Self

Her bones no longer ache
Her mind no longer breaks
Her heart may cease to beat
But Her love for Me is eternal
As My love is for Her

Soon We shall meet again
As if We never Parted before
Not even for a moment
O, how I long to hold Thy hands once more
Written by
Zachary Lyons  22/M
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