ivy

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forever is a promise I don't give to many 

but when I do it is kept 

I put your name in a box with a kiss and tied the bow

I kept it under my bed 

every year I added something 

the garden under my bed

I would water it until the ivy grew and wrapped around my bed posts and 

choked me in my sleep

there was no pain

only a soft embrace around my neck

a lovely tightness 

and my last breath came out with a sweet sigh of relief 

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