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Died in My Arms
May 1, 2008
I remember the way he held me close
Carefully holding me as if I may break.
Now it is he who has broken,
This is all too much more than I can take.
Our days together in all were short,
But day by day they were long.
I never thought that one day would come
Where I would have to face a day without him.
They came like vultures;
They pried his limp body from my arms.
Now, under our tree, he lies six feet under
And I fear I am not too far.
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