If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: Still (to my daughter)

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Thursday, November 1, 2007

Still (to my daughter)

Happy birthday baby. Bye bye my sweet love. Miss you much. Think of you still. Never far from my heart. Ever present in my spirit. My arms ache for you still. I do not understand. I do not question. I cry alone. But rejoice in you still. Sign in to see full entry.

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