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Joyce May 2016
When my heart stops beating.
And my mouth quiet breathing.
My skin turns cold.
No tears to dry.
No one to hold.
Some day I will see.
The truth will set me free.
I hope you will always
remember me.
With a smile on your face.
A memory in your heart.
I don't wish all that much.
Only kind words with
a slightest touch.

— The End —