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There are few things
That compare to the feeling
Of complete loss
While the momentary grief
May vanish
It always lingers
In the back of your
Eyes
Death
Can be dismissed
Never forgotten
There will always be
A crib
That will never hold a child
A toy
Untouched
And a family
That may never heal
The pain fades
But is never vanquished
It turns into
A dull throb
A shadow
Of a long stilled heart
Still beating
Alongside yours





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