Sarai Girma Biography

she crunched through the ice and dirty
snow, knowing that someone had
shoveled a path just three yards to her
left but feeling it necessary to make her own.
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There are times when I get to thinking
About a boy I used to know,
Back when things really mattered.
And life was truly ours. And
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A bleak, grey winter day
Fades to cold and black.
Storm-clouds hang in a
Starless sky, and
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She’s either laughing or
Crying. It’s hard to tell, sometimes.
I’d know by the light in her eyes, but
It’s been out a long time now. I wish
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When it Ends it’s Far from Over.

I saw it this morning, walking to work.
On a paper
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