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By Tonya Ogbin Submitted by Tonya Ogbin Date: 2010 Feb 28 Comment on this Work [[2010.02.28.10.11.26643]] |
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Every time my lips say his name, I fall all over myself again consumed by all that was. . There was always something wanted needed or simply missing. As I stand here looking out this window; I stare off into the sky wanting needing simply knowing what is missing. I picture these flames of an attempted memory; tears of frustration weigh upon my mind in knowing I should reach for the sky to celebrate the release of my heart. |