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Anna

Behind a closed door,
With few to see,
She doesn't ignore
Me.

She laughs with me,
Acts like a friend.
Best friends we'll be,
Until the end.

When the end comes,
I'm the little girl.
I guess that sums
Up my world.

She says my name;
It feels so good,
But it's to blame
On where I'm stood.

She is attentive,
Then ignorant,
Inventive,
Arrogant.

She is never real,
Only fake.
No big deal,
No hint I take.

At least she knows I'm there.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 4/1/2016 10:48:00 PM
Elsie, well said. LINDA
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