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gold dipped in blood

Its not the price she pasyed

She touched my hand, her heart was bleeding. Her hands were cold but her love was the warmth I needed. She needed desperatley to feel something that she forgot to open her heart. And let it flow naturaly. She was one heck of a woman, never superflous,always needed, She was cold and sweaty, this was not the plan, she had to reach 60 and have lived, now she leaves us with words of wisdom, about her glory days and a book titled “Gold dipped in blood”, a book that gave value to human life. She lays there, still viscerous but motionless, clam and still like the occean breee hugging the shore. She was mine and I hers, we were one.

(2015)

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