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Oct 5
She's gone.
On and on
I think of her,
but in the end,
she's gone.

Her kiss I miss,
her eyes
still cry for me,
but in the end,
she's gone.

Those moments when
we lay together
it seemed forever,
but in the end,
she's gone.

I hold her hand
in memory
a thousand times,
but in the end,
she's gone.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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TOD HOWARD HAWKS  77/M/Boulder, CO
(77/M/Boulder, CO)   
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