Day Four: Diverse

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His pain dripped,

His pain poured,

Pure heartache

Fell from his

Soul.

I walked towards

His shaking

Body.

I sat.

A white flower

I gave to

Him.

He smiled,

Not the first 

Smile,

A different smile.

A sad smile.

His hand and mine,

Intertwined,

His touch sent

Shivers down my

Spine.

My head,

Suddenly heavy,

Fell asleep on

His shoulder.

He smiled

Once more,

A sad, sad

Smile.

"Thank You"

He whispered

With the whispers

of

The wind...

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