As I held his hand
Tightly in mine,
And I felt him flinch,
I realised,
I was holding on
A little too tight.
I had to let go.
Solamente un déjà vu que nunca llega a su final.
As I held his hand
Tightly in mine,
And I felt him flinch,
I realised,
I was holding on
A little too tight.
I had to let go.
Intermingled
With the salt
In her tears,
Suddenly,
Poetry burst forth
Like snow
On a
Beautiful spring
Day.
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As she
Begins to
Leave,
Her bag
Is now
Much
Heavier.
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