The Write Kind
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Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Seven breaths too late..
With my eyes closed, I held your hand
Till the very end,
Who let go baby?
Was it me or you?
It doesnt matter any more...
Cause I let go of you.
Life has just begun
And I live by no regrets
except honey,
It happened seven breaths too late.
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