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Tuesday, December 15, 2015

For December 16th 2014

You live within our hearts
like an open stab wound
which bleeds each time
we hear your names

You shed from our eyes
like rain filled clouds
which pour without season
when we see your image

You ache in our souls
like a baby about to born
among the cries of agony
when we see your parents

You all have gone long
and must have found peace
but those remain behind
bear a scar on their hearts
never to be healed.

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