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Oct 5
Just what was her last word
A party to celebrate
Surrounded by the herd
The laughs
The sighs
The non-spoken illegal highs
As the last person to close that door
Nobody to catch you
From falling to the floor
Her final cry through the walls of that room
Your last breath encompassed
Within the seal of that balloon

JJB
John Bartholomew
Written by
John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
(45/M/Cambridge)   
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