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Apr 5
The blood dried in my veins
Your soul was my life breath
But
In time
I could not feel you
Anymore
And that
Is what
I missed
Most
Loss of a Mate. Child, unborn child, Parent ....anyone .
Written by
Mrs Timetable  F/The Exclusion Zone
(F/The Exclusion Zone)   
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