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Jun 2020
I held my father's hand for the first time that day
My grandfathers blood fell cold
"Don't you ever get old"
Emergency calls, laughing through the fear
Try to remember to
breathe
breathe
breathe
Dinner was silent than evening
Beause the reality of death grew closer in our minds
And our heart beats matched the thunder
Written by
Liz
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