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Aug 2013
Let the wind carry my love
Like the wings of things that
Never touch this bleak earth.

Mighty seas make the miles seem longer
And the the brooding clouds make me feel caged .

I do not petty the broken hearted
For the closure is there
And the hole where their heart is
Slowly healing.

While I am left to wait upon my perch
Never knowing when to depart
From my outcast state.
elizabeth brotzman
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elizabeth brotzman
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