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Dec 2011
I can feel it when you fall
The little pieces and all

I know all the biting complications
Every coming and passing frustration

I see each cloud that passes your eyes
One by one they fall into a deepening sigh

I refuse to see you crash or lose
Your strength will be found in the bruise

And yet

I can't tell you any of these things
Without the brutal stings

Of love denied
Liz Anne
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