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Comments about Christopher Gambino
The death of her for me hit home
Her fragrance, touch, voice and her hair comb.
When she died I died inside too
I waited to long to say that I love you
As I stood over her casket and I thought to myself
what if this was a sign of things to happen.
Then, I remembered the time that we got
Every kiss was like a shot of Russian vodka.
When I felt the fire from her lips, and then I quenched
and I had a buzz for hours.
As I starred upon, her dull lips and cold face….
Suddenly, throat closed up and
eyes rolled behind my head.
It felt ...