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every time I find a strand of your hair I fall to pieces every time I think of your laugh I crumble and wither every time I see your daughters tossing and turning I ache because I know they're looking for you

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maya-caroline

American

Published: Oct 24, 2013
LinesWords: 742

Notes: death

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