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Gone:
You're like smoke
There, then not.
A bad, bad curse
Took you away
A second home to me
You crashed, and you burned.
No, not fire, no quick and easy goodbye
Cancer.
Cancer took you from our lives.
I wish I had met you sooner.
You seemed so, so great.
To this day,
You live on
In our hearts
Minds,
And spirits
We won't ever forget you
Chris Harris
Fly High 'Mom' RIP: 3/12/18
YOU ARE READING
To The Book I'll Never Write
PoésieIt's just a bunch of thoughts in my head that i put on papers :) (TRIGGERING STORIES HAVE ******* AT THE BEGINNING)
