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Aug 2010
He had a freckle on his nose ,
He detested that freckle but it was my favourite part of him ,
He was not flawless but he was perfect .

He held me as if I would break at any second
I held him as if I could not let go .
He opened my heart and broke it ,
This I cannot forgive  though it was not intentional.

My heart stopped beating along with his
The day he died .
I miss that freckle on his nose more than I can say.
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lacey deere
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