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Nov 2010
I woke up this morning the world seemed so right
But you were not in sight.
Right next to me, i saw the vague shape you had made in our bed.
The sheet and your fading-away scent.

I put my hand on it...
With the rays of sunlight seeping in through the window...
I knew you were gone...
Galman Frederick Ferguson
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