Why We Live

Posted: May 2, 2014 in Poetry
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She doesn/t know
I/ve begged for her
in my dreams
long before
she knew me
how easily
we let slip
that which is
precious to us
once within
our loose grip.

Our loose grip
once within
precious to us
that which is
we let slip
how easily
she knew me
long before
in my dreams
I/ve begged for her
she doesn/t know.

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