Tue, 09/06/2016 - 22:51 -- deb209

I swear 

that little poem you wrote to me

flew off the page 

when I read it


I saw the truth 


the words were flying all around me

they sank into my skin 

or melted 

like little snowflakes 


it was beautiful 

This poem is about: 


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