absence
i say i am fragile
brittle like glass today
i say i miss you
you tell me
there are 8 million people
in the city
30 i see each day
why is it then
your absence turns my heart
into a wasteland?
michèle voltaire marcelin
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This entry was posted on Thursday, October 23rd, 2008 at 11:43 pm. It is filed under poetry and tagged with love, michèle voltaire marcelin, relationship.
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mm,
There are 8 million people in this country and still I miss her too. Bien dit and I love you for it.
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