Emma
Jeremy1012
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Emma will not remember me,
and she will be perfect.
I will think of her
everytime I see the plum blossoms
falling.
So pretty
as her hair cascaded down
like frost, dusting the birch trunk,
down
to the root.
Emma will not remember me
and she will not miss
the times when I was there,
nor note the times
that I am not.
and she will be perfect.
I will think of her
everytime I see the plum blossoms
falling.
So pretty
as her hair cascaded down
like frost, dusting the birch trunk,
down
to the root.
Emma will not remember me
and she will not miss
the times when I was there,
nor note the times
that I am not.
"I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
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I swear, every comment you make on my posts in the poetry board are about breasts
So....I say...Do it again!