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March 15, 2015

 

 

I know her words,

they’re in my head.

I read her thoughts,

as if force fed.

 

More to the point,

I also saw

the open wound,

the flesh so raw.

 

I held my tongue,

and she held hers;

silently sharing

each others cares.

 

She knew I knew.

I knew she knew.

Far worse than this,

we had come through.

 

I know her smile,

and she knows mine.

Now comfort found,

all will be fine.

 

 

 

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