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Authors note: Debra a voice I heard reminded me of you
Place escapes
burden dealt
a trying blow
Though
the mind
is kind
it heals
oh so slow
reaps the grief
of others
placed
to view
In the heart
of nevermore
few are left
to slew (slay)
Tender limbs
of yester-year
have laid
their souls
to bare
In a cup
half filled
I find you
living there
verse of
the past
dreams
left unseen
We are
the victims
a history
of schemes
Hold close
the book
keep it safe
and warm
On the road
to forever
it will
protect
our hearts
from storm
Morn (mourn) not
the dawn
of time
for it
will stay
awhile
lead the last
of words forth
like you
a little child
Time and place
have come to view
last yet
to be
or see
If hope
is but a place
there is
still hope
for me
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