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With my last breath,

i whisper your name,

for it is as sweet a sound,

the wind blows,

and pulls me closer,

you are my only thought,

i slip away, in and out,

dreaming ever so slightly,

you are my last thought,

i awake in a room with people,

but your no where to be found,

i was your last thought