far away

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    far away


    They asked if i loved him
    and i could honestly say
    Yes he is my life
    and i think of him most everyday
    the awful things they said to me
    made me need him even more
    the yelling and the cursing
    helped my tears hit the floor

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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