the night passes;
crickets chirping
fills the silence
of your voice.
if we could go
back and change time
would we have another choice?
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[a few poems]
Poetry"i liked everything about him. the way he walked, the way he smiled, the way he laughed. i liked it all. i never told him though. i guess that's why he thought it was alright to let me go."
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