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Created on: November 16, 2009
...cool slate grey October
when she said that her love
for me had wilted, had died.
She rose from our lover's bed,
and turned her face away.
" Every spoken word' she said softly,
is dependant on a caring listener.
just as every written word
requires a gentle reader and
neither of these things
have you ever been
for me."
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when she said that her love
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She rose from our lover's bed,
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