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Apr 2013
Heart empty.
Drained out.
Heavy feeling.
“Weep for me”
She says to
The murky sky.
Rain drops
Trickled from
The overseeing eye.
“Perfect”
She whispers
Head tilted towards the ceiling.
Couldn’t tell if
She cried or
It was just the rain.
Miche Griffin
Written by
Miche Griffin  Boston,MA
(Boston,MA)   
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