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I must tread carefully,
Your heart is in intensive care
And only just stable.
Let me nurse you,
I will be gentle.
I'm prescribing friendship, hope and love.
Swallow these sweet pills,
And just enjoy the cure.
Her pale flesh pinkens
and twitches so prettily
Happily chastised
 May 2014 Cunning Linguist
nissa
and after a while, all smiles are to me is just a movement of muscles around the cheek and mouth area.
(written by my Mother)

I've tried
but I can't stop
crying      for you

and I,
was real
But you
were not
because it was new to you

So one more time
I've been shown that I
Can't have much faith
in you

maybe
if you knew
how much I've wanted to
(written by my mother, D. Yates-Davis in the year 1970.  She shared it for the first time with me recently and I wanted to share it with all of you.)
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