He awoke in a state of shock,
Chest rising a million miles per second
And hands reached out as if not to let go
Immediately She grabbed ahold
Feeling his hand stiffen up, palm straight
Before limping down, slowly falling back,
Back into his dreams of ponder.
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Poetryvolume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial...
