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I am alone Who would have known? Looks like you're not Who would have thought? I'm not surprised Why am I still waiting
By Violet P. Davies6 years ago in Poets
Tell me your worries, tell me your woes What do you think that I came here for? I am your shoulder, your rock, not your rose
The rose-upholstered chair and the matching loveseat The dry and musty air, dust motes baking in the heat And the heavy eggplant curtains that came down in the aftermath