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Sink Love
Sink Love
Loving you through a sink is hard to do
When all I can do is talk to you
Yeah, the days go on into the night
As we sit and talk about what is right
It is hard to make a connection
without any physical affection
You can hear me laugh and cry
But you can't be there to dry my eyes
Loving you through a sink is hard to do
When all I can do is talk to you
By: Angela M. Crabtree
Jan. 29, 2014
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The poem, written about an experience one felt while incarcerated and the inability to be next to the person they were falling for.
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