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Apr 2014
Grief rides with me  
wherever I go,
whether I walk
around the house
in my jammies,
read a poem
to a group
of strangers,
or watch a flower bud
burst open-
each breath knows
what use to be
will not come back.
Written in 2006.Raw  moments   while still processing my loss.
AprilDawn
Written by
AprilDawn  F/Kentucky USA
(F/Kentucky USA)   
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