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Whenever I read this poem, I instantly go back to that happy feeling...I know I need to get a grip but it is so hard
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Poem #3
I gather up
each sound
you left behind
and stretch them
on our bed.
each nite
I breathe you
I breathe you
and become high.
Written by Sonia Sanchez
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