May 2014
I miss the way she smiled at me.
If I look hard enough,
I can see her standing there,
curlers in her hair,
kissing me
before the cancer took her.
If I look hard enough,
I can see her standing there,
curlers in her hair,
kissing me
before the cancer took her.
(GRB090423)
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