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Talitha
Oct 02, 2010 23:13
"Later," she said.
Is that what she always meant?
"Love you," she said.
Can I hear her in my head?
"Miss you," she said.
I miss the times we'd spent.
"When will I see you again?"
I ask, now my little girl's dead.
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