A Poet's Dying Breath
Friday, November 8, 2013
I can't hold all this together.
Not me,
Not my friends.
And it's killing me.
I feel as if I must,
And I cannot let go of that need.
So when it all falls apart
For me and others,
What can I do?
Words don't work,
Not if they won't come.
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