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Aug 2013
Every day
I get to see you
is the last day
I want to be
on this Earth.
I want to die
knowing my last breaths
mingled with yours
and yours with mine.
Your hand is the
last warmth I want to feel
before I turn cold.
The blue of your eyes
is the last color I want
to see before the
white light blinds me.
Charlene Tatenda
Written by
Charlene Tatenda
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