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Dec 2015
I don’t really listen
When you speak on your passions
Because I can't understand
I just watch your face light up
And hear the inflections
Thinking about how to live is an art
And how fortunate I am to love
Lizzie
Written by
Lizzie  Maryland
(Maryland)   
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   Timothy, PoetryJournal and Tupelo
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