ChangeA Poem bySometimes people change, whether we want them to or not.
They said she died of natural causes, but I never really noticed until you Buried her chipped bones in your handbag Beneath cheap lip-gloss and phone bills. I said change is gradual; You said change is only Natural. © 2008Author's Note
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