Sylvia Thrower Poems

Sshhh, , , , , listen
Did you hear that, , ,
All I hear is the sound of your breath as your lips brush the side of neck
Your arms are rapped around me, , , as I do you
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When we enter this world it seems to be like just one side
Is it really
Like right there is wrong
Night there is day
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No one that is born has gone forgotten
Rich or poor
Classy or trashy
Famous or a bigger
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Who are you
You are more than you thought you could be
Yes you are more than you can ever see
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I have a sister named sara you see
She was always there to take care of me
Wherever I went
Whatever I did
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