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criminal of cardiac

be free!

my heart yearns for the bosom of my grandmother

but her head lays in my palms

nestled in warmth

from a cold and indifferent scalp

i long to be with you

to see your soft smile again

to be cradled in your arms

full of strength

replenished

from your current weak and fragile state

but i am thankful

to god

that he brought you home

far before you forgot my face

or name

huddled next to your lifeless body

begging

"remember me remember me remember me"

although your mumbles incoherent

the last words i made out from your dry lips

"i love you"

these words lingered across my body

oh how

i ache to hear them again

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