LonelinessA Poem by BruceIn the cold dead night there is little solace save a sweet memory of your soft skin warm to the touch
New Years Eve the air charged with the notion of rebirth
but I know that promises written on the back of cocktail napkins are seldom kept
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3 Reviews Added on December 2, 2011 Last Updated on December 2, 2011 AuthorBruceChicago, ILAbout“Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make. You can destroy your life every ti.. more..Writing
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