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Beloved
And I would breathe life
into those lips that once kissed,
colour to the face that smiled,
bathe those sightless eyes with tears,
hydrate the ravaged corners of your mind
And if the drip of all my anguish left you still,
empty shell of all you were, no more
I would care for you in death
just as I cared for you before,
gently thread your hair with tender...
Monday 8th November 2010 11:10 pm
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