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Rena Erickson
Something About Him
There was something about him
She was not quite aware
The way he looked at her
With a dreaded stare
Smile of inquisition,
And glee in his eyes
Questions, she thought
In her mind,
She did not dare to ask
Of the reason why?
Or even wonder about the
lies,
All she knew is her cries
Of a broken heart.
And moments,spent apart
She truly hoped she
could find her self again,
Before she dies.
And beneath his love
Shall be a dear friend.
With, no sorrow or sighs,
Or,even good-byes
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