Her And I Poem by Blanche Hardin

Her And I



This love so open,
I share her pain.
By my death would leave a stain.
This love so blank,
I cannot speak.
By my death would leave her weak.

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Blanche Hardin

Blanche Hardin

Bakersfield, California
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