Deborah Cromer Poems

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41.
No Smoking Page 2

You must know and accept in your heart that there is reason to live
I want time with you, quality time, for this life has so much to give
No tubes attached to oxygen tanks into your nose to carry around
Pumping and hissing, making a loud, unnatural sound
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42.
No Smoking Page 5

Cigarettes kill, you know this, but yet each day you die
You matter more to me than you do to yourself, I don't know why
Reason to live is yours, I give you the power, I give you the gift
Your spirit will rise, with life your soul begins to lift
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43.
Dose Of Death

My eyes grow blurry and I cannot see
Why does death come to take me
I cannot stop my tears, nor keep from crying
To think that I may be dying
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44.
Nowhere

I had a dream in which I could fly
Taking off into flight without wondering why
I sailed through stars until I reached heaven
Then my alarm went off and it read seven
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45.
Bitten

I will love you forever, with no end
Taking your memory to my deathbed, with eternity to spend
Keeping you alive in my thought, you cannot die
Together always I will be happy, I will never cry
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46.
Special

A lover you are with an amazing style to care
Your skin is magic, a dream come true, so sexy when bare
I loved your heartbeat in ecstasy, pounding with pleasure
Making love with you was an endless, complete giving treasure
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47.
Sir Lorin

The first time we saw each other face to face
You asked for a hug and in your arms I found my place
Just in the first 10 minutes of being together with you
I knew that you were special, rare and one of the few
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48.
Arrest

No voice, no chance to be heard, nothing but despair
A situation of evilness from a man who just DID NOT CARE
My life, my freedom, ALL of my love, hope and dreams
Blown apart and massacred, ripped apart at the seams
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49.
Miss You

Up into the light, from the deepest of dark
I have emerged above with a single spark
Glowing I grow and continue to shine
Stronger I live, wishing you were still mine
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50.
Vindictive

If one time I wrote of horror and dread
Words of pain and sorrow, wishing to be dead
Believe always I write only of pages
A bizarre twist of darkness, passed down from the ages
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