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Mine.

A poem about death.

Dead Flowers vibrate in my hand

I know you are beside me, telling me, what I want to hear.

I want to hear ‘you love me’.

I want to hear ‘you are close’.

I want to hear ‘you want me’.

I want to hear everything you can’t say.

Tonight.

Tomorrow.

Forever.

You won’t say a word.

When I hold the flowers you gave me,

I know you are here,

Telling me what I want to hear,

You love me.

You won’t leave me.

You won’t leave me.

Until

Always.

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