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My Lost Love

He smiled at me,
His face was,
filled with love,
filled with happiness,
and then he hit the ground.
The sounds of my sorrow echoed in the rain,
he took his last breath like a newborn's first,
he looked one more time,
then he lay lifeless.
He saved me,
from a murderous demise,
I whispered thank you to his passing soul,
I heard I love you,
I whispered it back,
over the body of man I loved,
let the angels watch him.



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