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Untitled III
Listening to you
I feel hope in something
I feel faith transcending
I look forward to that day when you leave me
All I have is a memory
You will be gone
My burned pocket will heal
I will actually feel a coin
You will no longer be an...
issue
I think I need some tissue
As I wipe the tears from your eyes
Comforting you
with the tenderness of a cactus
I look at you tenderly with
Eyes of relief...you're not an issue
I will wait for you to leave
I know it will be a while but
my heart is expecting and my lungs will
Breathe...aaaaahhhhh!!!!
Fresh Air....crisp like new paper.....
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