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by Larry Jaffe

My fingers hurt
as they sketch
your face
over and over
I will never
forget you

My fingers hold
the pencil
an instrument
of love
you to paper

I met you
out of happiness
and then
you were gone.

My fingers
tightly grasp
the pencil
it snaps…


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