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In all the hours we talked...
What was actually said?
Violins brought the death of you...
Do rest well dear.
What will you take to the grave?
False conviction justified.
A few photos pictured...
The very best of waking slumber.
These hands were for loving you.
To cradle...
To liberate.
I almost wonder...
Why we met.
Lesson; to not repeat.
Today;
My Mother...
Told me to quit;
Rescuing sick birds.
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