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THE POEM STILL STANDS
Someone read my poemI scribbled on
the brick wall
A painted a heart
next to my devotion
to my Queen of France
I smiled
when I first passed it
Someone knows
I thought
about desire
how things you can't get
still can be
the most beautiful memory
Someone owned
the brick wall
teared it down one day
But the poem still stands
Poetry by PapaFahr
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Written on 2013-01-22 at 02:57
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