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Mar 2014
Like the dew in the morning,

gently rest upon my heart.

Instead,

You filled each drop with poison.

Now, I lay here
dying a slow death.

With my last thoughts
I Remember...

How I loved you,
How you once loved me,

with my final breaths,

I say to you,

'You' are forgiven, completely.*

~Butterfly εїз  
2011©
Yhama ButterFly
Written by
Yhama ButterFly  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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