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Nov 2010
He has a heart that
is pure
despite that day long ago
when his light was stolen
his heart broken
his reason for being gone,
leaving a hole in
his soul

He'll still eat dinner at eight
and cry into the late
hours of night

He was there when
her body fell.
This is my grandpa...
Emma
Written by
Emma  Durham, NC
(Durham, NC)   
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   Ryan Bowdish
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