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| 7:53 P.M., Tuesday, Jan. 29, 2002: she
I guess I'll share some of poetry. I've been writing since the age of 12. I don't know what my life would be like without it. So, for your reading pleasure, here is one of my recent works. "She" She Treats me like a lady should be treated Like a precious flower that cannot be dropped As a porcelain ladyfriendmidget worth more than gemstones She Won�t ever drop me or let me collect dust on a shelf Worships me like a nondomestic goddess upon the dirt Makes sure I fall never from my tarnished pedestal She Keeps me locked from the vicious creatures of the night Lets me be the workinprogress I am Judges me not by simple yardsticks She Completes me She Is my lover She Has my pulsating heart in her hands She Holds me and rocks me to sleep when insomnia creeps into my head Most importantly, She Loves me And I love She. December 28, 2001 **For Amanda** |
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