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Feb 2014
is it the weather?
or the flu?
i see blurry letters
and hear the blues.

forever was never
but held like you'd never.
that hug.
flared our pain.

i wish.
just a nightmare.
couldn't hold me tight enough.
i died.
hanaB
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hanaB
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