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Wilting

Always a climber they said. Hardy, perennial, no need for a bed. But the ditch was too deep, My roots could not keep, Your watery words Infected by hers. How could I grow? You kept me in shadow.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 11/7/2010 4:20:00 PM
powerful piece my friend
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