Random Acts of Living
Original poems
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Fragile
It's quiet here
That's good
It's what I need
To heal
It's peaceful here
That's fine
Then I don't have
To feel
It's simple here
That's nice
There's not a lot
To do
It's lonesome here
I'm crying
Because there is
No you
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