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Her breath holds shivers o ice which lingers on my fingertips,

Her heart shows no sign of life which sadens my soul,

She has left me with nothing, not even a word,

So go on my love, into the sweetness of his home,

Open the doors and let open your cry,

For then you have died.

My heart shall sink into the depts of the dark.

And then once again, we shall not be apart.





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Jude said...
Oct. 4, 2010 at 12:11 pm
Wow!  Another wonderful piece.  You are amazing!!
 
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