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charlotte
Poems
Sep 2010
easter morning, every morning.
missing.
the child on the back of that milk carton isn't the only thing.
empty.
and not just the chair across from me.
silent.
i don't mean the 4am air.
there's something, someone, anything.
that's missing from my life.
meaning, feeling, inspiration.
who knows exactly what.
all i know is every morning i wake up, my heart feels like the tomb must have that first so called easter morning.
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