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Sitting In The Comfort Of Her Chair

Sitting in the comfort of her chair

And listening to the sounds of the breeze

There is no disparity

She can now see things with clarity

You have left her all alone

She is sadly dazed and confused

The time has come for her to move on

She will find herself and become heartstrong

Comments1

  • vpalexander

    I would like to wipe her brow...a cool cloth never fails...you can never tell...what they cannot say. I failed to provide this simple comfort and it haunts me...we itch everywhere, and die silently.



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