Torn Pages
Stephanie can you make it alone
Without your love to carry you along
Where the pages really fly apart
And each poem dies before the heart
In cold morning’s absolute tears
You swim in life about the years
So, Stephanie, will your eyes deceive
Or will he comfort and let you believe
Russell Sivey
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