What lingers
Is our laced up fingers
And a memory
That'll last for eternity
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Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
In Loving Memory
What lingers
Is our laced up fingers
And a memory
That'll last for eternity
