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Michael Hill May 2016
This shirt is all that i have left
of my angel who passed before i awoke
the air turned cold as a brezze came in
she smiled before her breathing had stopped
i turn on my side to grab her hand witch was ice cold
i get out of bed to look at her face
shocked to see her eyes not closed and her smile frozen
grabbing her shoulder i look at her watch
the time was 2:15am when her time had passed
the ambulance came rolled her into the van
looking my eyes water seeing her being taken away
i hold on to this shirt holding it tight
my memories i want to keep forever
i only want the memories of my wife and our life
this is fiction

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