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Last published Sun, Mar 22, 2015
This is just a short poem I thought up one day. It speaks of death of a loved one, and some of the things that might go through your head awhile after they are gone.
I wrote it while thinking of my grandma. She died almost a year ago, but I truly think of her EVERY day. This is dedicated to her.
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