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DB ( / Rapids, Wisconsin, USA)


Poem By Debra Brown

He was a fragment of broken pieces,
An expert at solitude and love.
And now alone on the soothing planet
He failed the greatest trial of all;
To love me,
Hard yet eager grow closer and closer.
Hadn't loved more than a month before he left me.
Is it that I am so difficult to love?
It's plain to see, I can't love any man.
For, I can't be anything more than me.

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