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Love could choke me down, I thoughtAs I watched my loved one restHeavy-headed, loose lips drooping, going grey as silvered silk.Love could crush my bones I knowKnowing I could count his breaths. SoFew of them are left.
Love could fill my lungs with dustAs he drools a gentle shapeSnoring out a symphony of little grunts and quakes.This is the most love I have and the most that I can take.