Poems for The Dead
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So, I had a fiance that passed away December 11th in a car accident as he was coming to visit me. I was on the phone with him at the time and since I have PTSD, this was not only a heartbreaking experience but, this was also a traumatic experience. I have been writing these poems to help cope with his death. This will be updated as soon as I write a new poem.
I dedicate this to William Eakins of Nevada, TX. My late fiance.
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