Katherine M. Hunt Poems

To know the warmth in one's heart,
To feel the touch of one's hand,
To be in love with your man,
To look back at his footprints in the sand.
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I have many names,
Thin, describes my frame,
Kept hidden within,
Places I try to hide in.
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You put them up,
Others try to take them down,
Some figure out ways to go around,
There within the center, you are bound.
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