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11 december 2011

poetry

Genia Arnett
Genia Arnett

Love

Pain but jost 
Happiness with sorrow.
I cry so much,
And wait for tommorow.

The day will come, 
And he will leave.
Then again sorrow will
surround me never to leave.

My heart will rip 
And shatter.
Tear like a river
Will flow.

I cry
One last time
Before he has
To go.

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