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A soft cry for the fallen

Exits my lips.

I take a breath

No.

I take two breaths

One for me

The other for the fallen

Sister in arms of the trade.

Oh sister

Of glory and

Morning dow words.

I will miss the echo of soul

In your words

Yes.

In your words

I cried

I laughed

I loved you…and still do.