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JamesI came to see you today, wondered what it would have been like. I still remember that day, the ache, the ill, the painful memory clouds me still.James
I sat down, talked with you, gave you a flower.
I miss the way you use to hold me. Gentle, firm, loving, peaceful in your arms.
I talked about the kisses, soft, subtle, passionate, soul consuming.
I talked about your hands, how they would always make me laugh. The funny things you did, just to see me smile.
I reminded you of that
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lie to me.i am the way a child knows, without being told, that her father is not coming home. (i am the reason why she can feel the fatal moment, like a blow. she is too young to understand what the pain means but not too young to feel it.)lie to me.
i am the way a husbands heart stops when his wife breathes her last ragged breath. (i am the reason why their hearts beat in tandem and why his arrests along with hers.)
i am the way you felt when your brother died in a cold hospital bed, too many miles away from you. (i am the way your heart broke when you realized that your bones and marrow and heartbreak did not save him. i am the


Wedding Night SuicideGroom in black,Wedding Night Suicide
bride in white. Now has come our wedding night.
Beneath the stars we say "I do" -
Our final words, we both knew.
Our hearts beat together, but what if one ever died? We shall not take any chances and both commit suicide.
The wedding party watches, not knowing what to expect as the couple pulls out a pair of guns and at each other they direct.
I love you so you must kill me now for without your love I die. Will you take my life for yours on our wedding night?
Yes my love, w


ProcessionOrder your black horses, Lord, Let us saddle every one; For the watch-men turn to guard your flank From the clouded, covered sun.Procession
Their hoods are drawn about tall heads, Their shoulders stooped and bowed, And as you stumble, low between them They stifle words not allowed.
Steady beat overlayed in rhythm Keeps guard against your eyes, Blackening to tear 'bout you With windswept desperate lies.
Feel the mud beneath your feet, Child, rid those garments cold - Feel flecking rain against your skin And across your lips grows mold. &n
Just dropped in to say hello and I hope you are happy and well
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Life is easy; it's dying that's hard.
- S.H.
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Never underestimate the power of a bruised sky.
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"I hate everyone and everything seems stupid to me."
- Randal Graves, Clerks II
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May your footsteps set you upon a lifetime journey of love.
May you wake each day with his blessings, and sleep each night in his keeping.
And may you always walk in his tender love!
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