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Intelligent and beautiful,
She brightened up the room,
Her splendid personality
Eternally abloom.
A cherished friendship soon was born
That seemed forever true,
A bond of trust to last the years
Enjoyed by very few.
Then in an instant, my world changed.
A devastating loss
Created me an empty heart...
A void she couldn't cross.
I wanted to reach out to her
And bridge the great divide,
But solitude had taken hold...
Too late to stem the tide!
So many times, I see her face
And always in my dreams.
I often wonder why this is
And what it really means.
J.S. Black
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