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Every last day of July
Clock chimed in the late night,
time moved so slowly in the
lonely night,
The wine seemed to have lost
its taste and the sweet pages of my
favorite book i was holding had lost
its plot too.

Your last call was a bombshell
not even the best craftsman would
have made your life back,
watching you breath your last
from the deadly road accident
still makes my heart bleed every
last day of July,
Our love was so young and had no buds.

Today I light a candle to a lost
soulmate,to love so pure,
Rest easy my love..
Only death could have set us apart
© Purity Ndinda