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They said she would stay,

that she wouldn't feel a thing,

it would be quiet and still,

our goodbye's wouldn't matter

because she'd never know,

that they were said,

her eyes remained closed,

but mine were open,

cheeks wet from tears,

and stained with salt,

rubbed into the wounds of my soul

made from the errors of my way

and the kindness in hers,

Today is the last night,

I promised you,

I'd be here,

for you.

 

 

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Comments (2)

Angblue
<p>Really, thanks! I&#39;m glad you liked it, and commented! I really appreciate it!</p>
Maddyfmab
<p>I love the line &quot;rubbed into the wounds of my soul,&quot; so beautiful! Very touching poem</p>

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