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Oct 2014
When...
The door closes,
Alone in the dark,
Lost for words,
Without a hope.
I wait for the reassurance
I am worth more than a text.

When...
Dripping down,
Water comes too fast,
Streaming from my eyes.
I am too vulnerable.

Is it sadness
                        When I feel
                                                Nothing at all?
Entre Nous: 'between ourselves'.
Aeya Jean Johnson
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Aeya Jean Johnson  Sipping Cocoa in the Rain
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