Without Poem by Ryan Cole
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When I think of something funny, who will I rush to tell?
When I wake up at 3 a.m., who will I feel next to me?
When the sadness comes, as it always does, who will hold me?
When I marvel at all the beauty in this world, with whom will I share it?
When I buy flowers, who will they be for?
If you love someone else now, who will I do these things for?
Monday, June 21, 2010
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