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 COME SIT WITH ME MissSharon        (More) 10/5/2018
 Flawed poetryaa3        (More) 9/26/2018
 NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS MissSharon        (More) 9/23/2018
 My Fate WmPhenn        (More) 9/8/2018
 Our Empty House norman        (More) 8/17/2018
 Killer Bridge norman        (More) 8/1/2018
 Return To Me norman        (More) 7/26/2018
 Why Did You Go norman        (More) 7/26/2018
 Missing You So norman        (More) 7/17/2018
 Queasy panther811        (More) 7/2/2018
 Are u back again? Hispbeauty        (More) 6/16/2018
 This Heart Of Mine Brokenangel79        (More) 6/5/2018
 Drift Hispbeauty        (More) 6/2/2018
 you are a rose Hispbeauty        (More) 5/28/2018
 Gone Hispbeauty        (More) 5/26/2018
 Please... Hispbeauty        (More) 5/25/2018
 It hurts Hispbeauty        (More) 5/21/2018
 I hate you Hispbeauty        (More) 5/18/2018
 I miss us... Hispbeauty        (More) 5/18/2018
 So I cry... Hispbeauty        (More) 5/17/2018
 Lovers and friends, nothing in between Hispbeauty        (More) 5/17/2018
 I'm done Hispbeauty        (More) 5/17/2018
 What does it mean? Hispbeauty        (More) 5/15/2018
 Walk away Hispbeauty        (More) 5/15/2018
 I'm sorry Hispbeauty        (More) 5/10/2018
 CRYING ROSE trace79        (More) 5/9/2018
 The Tears Of The Lonely norman        (More) 5/2/2018
 UNWILLING PAWN MissSharon        (More) 4/27/2018
 PUT HER IN A PUMPKIN-SHELL poetalthomas        (More) 4/21/2018
 Broken Hearted norman        (More) 4/18/2018

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Come sit with me, she whispered low...
She did not yearn to live or know
The whereabouts of her true love...
That once betrothed a calling dove.

Her days were emptied of desire,
Another dawn or nights' retire.
If all could be forgotten there,
It would become her answered prayer.

She'd not remembered how to laugh,
He could not come to bless the mass.
Nor could she see his smile or trace
An emblem of their love's disgrace.

How did it happen on that day?
She only came to kneel and pray.
But as she entered his embrace,
Their mortal sin birthed their disgrace.

Based on a movie of fictional content
Hostess: (atin) Nita

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