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Fragile the white poppy and frail are
The words we spoke, help we gave
Souls that scream in anguish
Swept by death's wave.

Pale and broken- yet strength
Is not a distant thought
For gentle eyes and gentle hearts
Never need be taught.
 Nov 2015 Hannah Vogt
Cody Haag
She falls asleep, placing her head on my lap,
Lips murmuring that I smell good before taking her nap.
After her eyes close, I wait to see if she'll sit up again,
Talk to me more about the evil and good men.

But she doesn't, and snores slowly escape her lips,
And I forget about the vile poison she so often sips.
She finds comfort in my presence, is at ease,
Perhaps it has always been my duty to please.

If I can help her escape imprisonment,
She'll regain in her eyes that glint.
If I can be strong enough to help her kick the addiction,
I'll have remained her friend throughout the affliction.

— The End —