Poem 40th

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"Your fingers,
Laced with mine,
I still feel,
every time.
Your smile,
Ablaze,
Like a thousand stars.
I can't stop the screams at night.
You were all I ever had.
A staircase to heaven,
I'm trying to climb.
But I always fall,
You never let me up."

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