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Dreams of
a lifetime
crashed,
vanished,
caused by
a roaring
thunder.

Falling
around
her feet,
lying in
pools
of tears
freshly
cried.

Numbers
11-13-2010
remain
forever
etched
on the
pages of
her heart.

Eons
flashed,
the past
came
rushing in,
his face
appeared
over and
over
again.

A silver
cord
stretched
to the
point of
breaking
snapped
a life
fell apart.

A heart
bowed in
despair
quaked at
the thought
of this
happening.

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