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Mar 2019
you were
little not small

you knew more
than you
should have

you were
filled with
feelings

like me
you knew
something
was missing

death entered
early

taking from us
too much
too soon

the gaps were
too large
for us to leap

so we fell
into each other

and now
almost a
grown up

when I
think

for more than
a moment

and I feel too much
I think of you

you were the
first soft thing

I ever knew
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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