sleep
The sound of her breathing
too intimate
to share
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loss sometimes demands to be recognised wallowed bathed submerged in indulged Felt A friend of a friend described it as the "dark luxur... -
not so lost for words these days pouring spewing out in jumbles inspiration of desperation I was not so wordy before nor ever so deeply sile...
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We'd known it was the last time though no one said this task you'd set upon with borrowed help in borrowed hours and days determined...
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I didn't realise that you were still writing here but have just caught up with these words. I thought that the Thesaurus of Loss' was truly brilliant. Wonderful and powerful. I'm sorry that I had missed these, but they stop me short in their tender brilliance.
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