Strangers are the closest companions. You take a shot and I let it go. You say I’m pretty and I let it go. Will we meet again? I don’t know. Geri MD 17 years old
Poetry By Geri Afterlife Oh, look at the leaves. Look at how they fly. Look at how they circle, Freckling the sky.
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This is so true!
Yay I'm grateful that someone understands how I feel!
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