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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1120325

In Memory of my niece who was murdered last year at the age of 19

As th wind blows
Softly against our skin
We feel the soft caress
Of your hand
on our face.
Gently wiping away our tears.
And as the night falls
Our heart breaks
And the wind blows
Soft words whisper
I am with you always

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