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Jan 2013
a broken promise,
or two, or three
when i look at you,
that’s all i see.
        ghostly whispers
        and silent tears
        when you speak to me,
        that’s all i hear.
                a child’s nightmare
                now is real
                when you touch my face,
                that’s all i feel.
                        a broken promise
                        or two, or three
                        is all you will ever
                        be to me.
Sierra Collins
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Sierra Collins
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