By Her Other Hand - Poem by James McLain
Painfully again I become from her when it does.
By her very lovely eyes.
As her expression leaves me with this feeling.
Once great and again always small peirced at the end.
The way it starts out, she is never finished.
Opened are her eyes as they grow even larger.
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