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1945 (Senryu) by nypoet22

He cries, holds her cold form close. Her last whisper, "Shh, Here, hold my satchel."

richa 22-May-07/8:57 AM
How about:

five years not dead of disease
she dies on the sixth and then they make peace
and isn't it ironic.




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