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Sunday, April 3, 2011
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Darkness glides across the heath
Warmth disappearing as cool air hits us
Breathe in icy end
Breathe out alone
My heart alive with sparks of sun
The black damp
The empty chair
The casket lowers
Roses wilt and let go
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