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Later

all that's left
p*ss a hole so deep
filled with memories
of you
not ideal, but cast with 
 idiosyncrasies
that made you....You
how we miss your person 
all of us
that you left behind.
I think I understand
what made you believe
that you did not belong
here among the living
the screams of pain
the swells of hurt
unrelieved
said goodbye
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Mary Pitschmann More than 1 year ago
It is an awful poem. But I can't edit it or remove it. I have inquired as to how and there has been no reply from poetry.com
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