Posted on February 15, 2019
by Arsenio Franklin
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To give your heart to me. It meant everything.
Posted on February 14, 2019
by Arsenio Franklin
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You said I was scared to kiss you. You were right.
Posted on February 13, 2019
by Arsenio Franklin
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I knew it was you on the first ring Too early in the morning Too late in death’s grasp Almost perfunctory
Category: family, poetry, WritingTags: death, family, grandfather, grandmother, life, phone call, poem, poetry, Writing
Posted on February 12, 2019
by Arsenio Franklin
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Denying help in the depths of a bottomless well.