If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: On a Good Day

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Monday, August 23, 2010

On a Good Day

She remembers your name that day in the rain holding hands becoming friends. She welcomes your touch misses you so much knows she’s lost to all she’s forgot. She may ask about the babies laughs at the crazies then stares ahead can’t find any friends. On a good day, she remembers. On a bad day, you... Sign in to see full entry.

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