I see the two of them when I close my eyes
I feel their breath on my face
I taste their tears and the salt overcomes me
I hear their shallow cries
What could I have done?
Nothing...
and I think that is the worst part
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Poems for the lost
PoëzieA book of poems for people just trying to find out who they are written by someone trying to find out who they are. Hopefully a story of growth and dreams.
