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Can love be revoked over night? Can memories kill love? I love. So..., I make life difficult. A disability? So sweet, So desirable. Handicap or gift? Thorn or rose? Weeds or flowers? The ever sweet essence, The laughter, The joy. The quiet moments. Oh, I hope its a boy! Baby will never know, Memories is all I'll behold. Doesn't sound fair, Its more like a nightmare. Punch the wall, And make a hole. You've hurt your hand, But I broke your soul. Come back and stay with me. So we can be... three.
I wrote this poem in 1987
(I keep trying to edit but it eludes me, maybe I'm caught in the moment)
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