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'Three Hundred and Twelve'

'Three Hundred and Twelve'

Β  Β  'Three hundred and twelve'Β 
days in a haze.
Β  Β Somberly pondering
methods of escape.
Β  Β  Β A crushing blow to my chest asΒ you took your last breath.
Β  Β  Β Mother, no other above her,
met her angel of death.
Β  Β  Β Weeks turned to months,
The pain turns numb.
Β  Β  Β Tears turn to empty stares.
Tragedy turns to my only son.
Β  Β  Β  Eighteen short years, packed full of love and family.Β 
Β  Β  Β  Ironically ended by the impact,
'Three hundred and twelve'
Β  Β  Β  Β days in between.

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