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Mar 2014
How can I sleep
when her absence
has it's fingers
gripped tightly
around my throat
and my patience
has slipped away
with my last breath
and my words can't
make her stay? My
eyes refuse to close
until they see her
by my side hand in
hand with no
distractions her voice
ringing in my ears
and my heart
radiating with joy.
March 27, 2014.
Elise
Written by
Elise  NYC
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   Sia Jane, Sadie and xxxx
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