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Leavers' poem. posted on: Thursday, May. 24, 2007 at 10:24 pm |
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I sit and cloud the room with my sorrows, until they're bursting out. Sometimes it seems that everything is difficult, too fiddly, too soon, the wrong time, the wrong place. I have a stone in my heart and a book by my side, but the pages are blank, and my thoughts are slowly sinking and slinking to the one chink in my armour that I cannot ever destroy. Maybe, if I hold you just one bit tighter, |
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