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A dying voice calls to you:
"Wait! Please don't go..."
You turn on your heel, walking and
Keeping your head low.
The voice once more, but weaker this time:
"I love you."
Those three words hit you as arrows
through the sky so blue.
Turning back, you rush back to your
admirer, a stiff body.
"Please don't leave me..."
Those were your loved one's dying words,
traveling to heaven safetly.
For as you see, your true love's voice came from me.
Yasmin
fishdancer63@hotmail.com
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