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And when you left I thought   You had taken     Everything     From me.  
Dear Lost but Not Forgotten, My ears cease to listen to your voice There is no sound of your talking because there is no you left to speak My eyes cease to look at your bodily figure
White teeth, dig into cherry red lips, trickling down with crimson blood. Rough hands, pound through chipped walls,
You are the moon and I am the stars. So close, yet so very far. They seem to have met a million times. yet somehow, it's still not mine. the moon and the stars still haven't met.
A lot can happen in a year,  New places to go,  Fresh ideas to consider,  People to meet.    Some moments are filled with joy,  Others bring heart-ache,  Most we forget, 
I am suffering. I just need to breathe. Take me out of this hell
Today, the earth still spun and sun did rise;             The creeks still flow down from the mountain top. The flowers bloomed and the sparrow still flies,             But still, to me, it seems it all has stopped.
I don’t want to die Not for the pain, but for the loss I don’t want my absence to leave a gap in the cosmic fabric I don’t want my family to leave flowers at a marble cross   I don’t want to die
All I really need Is the power of women in my roots And my memories   And that is enough because You remind me of my grandmother.   She flows through my bloodstream And some days
Sea goddess, you trudge along waters with the veins of sea grass ingulfing your feet your large, sad eyes tell a story of being left behind   If only you knew the implications of your troubling feat
When loved ones die and go up high, They leave their family who mourns and cries. But remember them always for they are always with you, Your firends and family are with you too.
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