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May 9
How did she do it
I ask myself nearly everyday
For how could I ever fit
In any word she could say

How could she a stranger
Enter my life with no warning
Even so, could I not see the danger
Of seeing her face every morning

I get this pit in the bottom of my stomach
I have trouble concentrating
Is it just dumb luck
Or is there something hidden, that’s captivating

For someone like me, not worthy
Or someone like her, who deserves better
Is this proof of mercy
But I can’t stay, so I’ll leave her this letter
Written by
Thomas Harvey  57/M
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