Tales of a Prison Wife I
one more day without him...
one more day facing the mill...
pne more day to act brave...
one more trek up that hard hill...
he told me he'd give his last breath
to kiss me jsut one more time...
whyd does it feel like im holding
my last gust within..?
Hot, Tempermental worrisome days!
Long, Cold unfogiving nights!
Lost emotions! wanton yearnings!
wanting passionate unwavered love...
I miss you!
11/11
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