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the essence of you remains in thought but you are fading from vibrant color to etched gray lines who I am now is measured by your time away from me the efforts of others now fruitless and unrequitted perhaps it is a slight to the giver of life but I cannot stay here without at least the whisper of you and should I not find you beyond my last breath then I shall die with you in my final thought

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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