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Wifeless World
She was in
The lavender room
Gazing at flowers in a vase
When my thoughts were all lonely
And tearing at my heart.
Her blue eyes
And pale face
Were seared into my soul
Like a psychic tattoo.
Always falling in love
In my wifeless world,
I could hold an earring
In my hand
That I saw her place
Upon her bed stand
And walk into eternity.
poem
by
Uriah Hamilton
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