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lina marie
Poems
Sep 2012
A dozen yellow roses
As the blood
Slowly trickled
And danced down his skin,
I ran as quickly as I possibly could
To him.
He suffocated in my embrace
And drowned in my tears,
But still all of my love
Could him not repair.
I cradled him in my arms
For hours on end,
Explaining how much
I cared for him.
He shot down every word
And pushed me aside,
Claiming that nothingΒ Β I said
Would ever fill the hole inside.
A week later
I sat in the
Third pew, fourth seat
At his funeral,
And placed a dozen yellow roses
On his casket.
For adam.
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lina marie
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