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The Power of Love

My mom is crying
I'm praying
Why does it have to be like this?
Why can't we just go to a place
A happy place
A pleasant place
A peaceful place
No
That's not how it is
The story keeps going
Through the tragedies
And lies
Love while you can
It's the closest thing we have to magic





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AnjiliSladen said...
Aug. 16, 2011 at 2:12 pm
I Love your poems, Tess! I hope you write many, many more!
 
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