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2d
As I lay her down to rest,
a gentle kiss above her eyebrows,
fading eyes of pure light
washes but has no comfort for me.
My home was her beating *****,
Found embrace in her sweet hands,
no longer warm but icy cold,
and failing to grasp....
The Machine
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The Machine  M/Australia
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   Lizzie Bevis
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