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BECAUSE YOU ARE NO MORE
 
What shall I bring into this night
That has no open doors?
What can I say to mend the torn
And broken heart of yours?

My open hand and crying heart
Await the kiss of death.
This longing for to be no more,
Lies deep within my breast.

The night has eyes, the days have none
To lend the weeping poor.
The miracle of life has died.....
Because you are no more.
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The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE

By MissSharon

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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