Holly Jacobs Poems

Sometimes I wonder
what the future holds
where I'll be
when there's no one left to hold.
...

Sometimes I wander
into the back of my mind
and find a cave to dwell in
to figure out a mystery
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There once was a quiet girl
So much stress she wanted to hurl
With nothing to throw
And nothing to show
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I'm sorry
That I always ask
The question you
So dearly hate
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