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You used to need it... Do you still? This was written while I was sick. Which means, I wrote it today while I was sick. (haha) Hopefully it still has some poetic value. Critique welcome! View table of contents...

 

Submitted: Mar 2, 2007    Reads: 53    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Endlessly,
Endlessly, she cried
But he'd already walked away.
Sure, he might've turned around,
But it didn't make him stay.
So now the girl who's left confused
Grows in sickness, ne'er in health.
She's confusing her genres and slurring her words
And could probably use a little help.
And for once...
She's not sure she wants his.
But is she ever sure of what she wants?


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