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Jul 2010
So much of me to give to you
Now that you're absent, what shall I do?
The air is too still,
the rooms so silent
without your silver words holding back the quiet.
My sun has fled to bluer skies
yet the love in this soul
erases the tears and the cries.
Be at ease,
for my eyes are dry dear heart,
Just know you have brought me joy
and left your mark.

2009
Written by
Lori McGaw
615
   Maryrose Joyce
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