a part
lingering in the shadow of me
and us becoming a part
taking place on the scene we choose
I strange and not knowing
you a stranger still keeping me close
and still the hurt always walking beside
while strawberries grow in contempt of winter
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2008-08-31 at 20:12
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