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She sets the boundaries I shouldn’t dare cross.
Hope that was found just before it was lost.
Our lack of planning-
-these misunderstandings
were destined to happen one day.

She was the angel I couldn’t have held-
-passed for a stranger ’til after I fell.
Leave things to chance, and
the things you most fancy
are destined to leave you one day.

by howard

April 8th, 2006

Posted in poetry




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