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Left Alone

This poem is dedicated to my fiance's mother R.I.P MELODY DICKINSON MARCH 16 2001.
The one that I love so much, Is left without her soul to touch.
I wish I could take back that day,
That day when she flew away.
All of friends left with despair, from the sorrow of a fair.
She left them there in the air, With no one to lean on, and no one to care. If I could change what happened then,
I’d go back and unbend the wrath and fury left to all.
With not a soul to call.
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Published: 6/22/2010
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