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I felt your presence today
dear sweet friend the scent of Night around you your breath of green decay not for me did you visit but for one near to my heart one who's labored breath still haunts my mind in sorrowed speech I pled this candle needing quenched such pain in one so small no cries nor sound uttered only the physical embodiment lingering suffering intense your touch a kindness your patience with my grief selfish tears still fall in my heart an empty place an echo resounding still where joy once lay and though the pain I know will fade still now I mourn moonlight will find me burying that which is forever lost
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