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Nothing Left

He used to love how my hair
swirled away from my neck when
he tied it up. He said it
was the passage way between
the beauty of my body
and the beauty of my mind.

I miss Shane! I have nothing
but to die.

He said he loved the place where  
one of us ended and the
other began. His eyes would
drift down to see our joining.
Beautiful was the mooring
of a ship at sea to shore.

I miss Shane! I have nothing
but to die.
Written by Nizana (Lauryn)
Published
Author's Note
I told Shane of my affair and pregnancy. He was hurt. He didn't become angry but quietly left.
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