Erika
She, now nearly two months gone, could notLove me. This I knew, but I loved her, and
Nonetheless, and she was kind and fair to me,
And seemingly continues so. She's shown up
Twice in dreams in which she comforts me.
How strange this seems. Even women who
Have loved me haven't had the fortitude to
Find me in my dreams.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2012-05-09 at 00:49
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