CHAPTER II
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Emmie, your curls are off the gravity
You prayed you'd ne'er change thy stance
You winked from the other side, lassie;
Through the mirror, an innocent glance
An eight year old's smile — so toothy
Who knew that it was the last one gotten?
Now confused, lured down by sins - mistakes,
Sweet girl, you have not gone forgotten.
Emerald, don't run too fast for the edge
They are lurking like desperate vultures
Do not urge, quell the fire not with eager;
Steps of acceptance will do you rapture
Remember the girl who asked to stay?
Her persistence stilled, thriving for what will may
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For Lysa
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryShe doesn't simply cry when she's upset or disappointed, nor does she just smile all day when she finally get to grab that tiny bit of hope. It would be hard for her to talk about love just as simply as bringing up a favorite song, nor would it be e...
