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Created on: July 07, 2008
She is there
Like a heartbeat;
Unnoticed, but vital.
Unprepared are her children
For her leave
From our world.
As an angel,
As a thief,
She is pure.
She is primal.
Every moment
As a bomb,
Ticks away
Her recital.
This our last,
We unweilding;
Life of peace,
Touch and go,
Find a past.
Memory peelings
Shape a truth,
All we know.
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