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By Jon Date: 2003 May 03 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.03.01.17.1621]] |
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I used to cry while reading her poetry The words would sting and hit home and I would notice my tears before I realized my sadness I wanted to take her bring her close to me keep her here, home. I did just that. I held her and loved her. I kept her close. I still crile while reading her poetry. The words sting and hit home I still dont notice the tears before my sadness but it's a feeling that is all but my own. |