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I sense you near,
your sweet scent fills the room..
Foot steps,
heals scraping hardwood..
I have patiently waited,
for hours it seems..
Your family sought to separate us,
but I never doubted we were meant to be..
A dusty room full of dried out paints,
a canvas left untouched..
You notice a slight breeze,
a window wide open that once was shut..
You whisper my name,
your voice makes me tremble my dear..
I come up behind you,
you gasp in shock and fear..
Together forever,
I whisper,
as our bodies take flight..
13 stories we fall,
my emptiness ends tonight..

- C. Pantoja

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