_Watch with me her last moments, her last breaths…_

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Laughter of me and my daughter pours out the speaker of my phone.

Icecream cascades down my hand melting off the cone

while Tears stream down my face as I watch her last moment.

Moments of her where she rowed a crooked paper boat.

I lick the melting liquid off my hand,

my nose poking into it, picking up it’s lemon scent,

Lemon was always her favourite flavour.

Trailing back to the screen,

Was a lemon cake, laying beside her on the tent.

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Oh how her smiles and laughs were tokens…

_Oh how much of valuable stones_

_Or even my own bones…_

_Would it take to bring her back?_

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_Oh I don’t care about a price,_

_As I would pay every cent of it, without even thinking twice…_

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_Dear daughter if you’re hearing this, I’m sorry I didn’t get to fly with you those kites…_

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_I still kept those paper boats…_

_Keeping them as memory,_

_Keeping them as an oath._