"Not yet,"
they say.
"Not yet,
but it will."
But I wonder
if "not yet"
is just
a way of lying
being optimistic
pretending home will exist again.
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About Me
- Arielle Marie
- I sing, and write stream of consciousness poetry, and do absolutely anything with theatre. Oh! and I waltz.
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Each of these poems is copyrighted 2008 by the author. No quotations, however brief, may be made without my as the author's prior, express, written consent.
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