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Secret

April 23, 2015
By Frank Bademci BRONZE, East Hampton, New York
Frank Bademci BRONZE, East Hampton, New York
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sometimes I feel like I am locked
inside a cement room
facing a demon without you

you were there for me
now your gone
I could have never pictured that
the thought that you aren't here

We all know, Heaven is your home
crying, eyes fall out
held in your arms
the warmth
the meaning of love

oh, god,
I wish I could see you one last time
just to say goodbye
just to hear your voice

I was pulled away
you held us together
you're gone

everyone “understands” but they don't.
never to see you again

I never told you
until we meet one last time
you won't know. 
 



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on Apr. 27 2015 at 11:33 am
@Sophie F. please... this is a poem meant to be heard. NOT to be told about chicken...

on Apr. 27 2015 at 11:30 am
Sophie Flax BRONZE, East Hampton, New York
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yo fried chicken