How Could He Leave?A Poem by camac1994 In my grief I write.
I watched him
pack a few bags;
Nowhere near what I know he owns. Is he that desperate to leave me? Is he eager to leave our home? © 2024 camac1994Author's Note
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camac1994New York, NYAboutHello! My name is pronounced Cam-a-cee. I write whatever and it usually comes out sounding whatever. more..Writing
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