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Random First Lines:A poem written 12/09/2013 » Read
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
My Pat is disappearing in me because of the torture
My Beloved always did disappear, even though I hold me in the cold air conditioning of the mental hospitals, institutions and frigid jails and pray inside my unresponsive skin.
Believing somewhere I will walk and hold my Beloved,
I will find...