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Oct 2015
I'm told to remember
The silence and the screaming

His fickle ways
My begging and pleading

The end
Was detrimental

My tenderness
Hung out to dry

Yet I can't help but miss
The delicacy

Sit and reminisce
On the highest highs

You are the question
I will never get the answer to

Asking myself "why?"
Only to come up empty-handed
For WY

Leaving the bad at the forefront... but wandering back to recall the good.

I miss our good.
Allyson Walsh
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Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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