Mine

Cold Grave

She lay there, exposed, Unconcerned, about her state of undress, unapologetic even. Limbs sprawled, head thrown back. She lay on the ground, motionless. Her body was cold to the touch, Chilled. Had turned blue. She looked like she was sleeping,…

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Mine

A poem

A poem tugged at my sleeve, and tried to catch my eye. I ignored the gentle pull and, Walked away, unmindful, of its tiny sigh. It followed me like a puppy, loyal, loving and playful. Hopped, skipped and danced, Around…

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Mine

If I forget?

How will I remember you? If I lose my mind, I would hate it, Not knowing you. I don’t want to not remember. What do I do? How can I never forget?   If you call my name, and I…

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