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Rayzor

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In an old wooden chair near the bed,

She sits beside me,

A young girl with blonde hair,

And eyes blue as the sea.

She speaks to me ever softly,

And touches my hand.

I'm not sure what to say to her,

But pretend to understand.

I'm not sure if this young girl has seen,

Me before today,

But she suddenly wraps her arms around

Me in embrace.

I don't know how to react,

I pat her back in disbelief.

"Sorry grandpa," she says,

"But I really have to leave."

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S2V: I tried to make something up for the middle part of this poem but this was all of the visit I witnessed...

The greatest prose comes from personal trials

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Thanks Lucky. Sorry took so long but I was avoiding this thread for awhile.

Damn... just read this poem again and I nearly cried. Stupid poets...

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