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About This Poem
broken
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Lord I am calling you
can you not hear my small voice
the pages of my live are fluttering away
empty pages
and I am helpless to stop them
can you not give me a sign
something to grasp onto
life is a stage it is said
and I am on the stage alone
broken and beautiful
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By Constance La France
October 29, 2012
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