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andrea tennille Sep 2013
i’m going to take this knife and slit your throat
underneath it all

dancing very close
you took my hand

but you flew out of the nest,
i'm standing on my own two feet

so the static started
with things to do
everyday and night.
andrea tennille Sep 2013
you
gone yet closer
leaving, moving, changing
wake us up before you leave
bye
andrea tennille Sep 2013
She is my mom,
The spark that gave me light
The cloud to the rain
That fell against his grave

She was my mom,
Someone so proud to
Hold me
Give me life

Someone so proud to
Snub the wick

And quit
first poem wow

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