Do Not Tell Me
Do not tell me that you love me my beloved for
I remember well the agony of the mornings
When I would rather not have wakened when
Four a.m. meant two three hours preciously
Alone but knowing that it wouldn't last those singular...
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Beautiful
Christina Bruni
Friday, July 04, 2008 at 05:16 PM






















Hello Carolyn,
This is one of your most beautiful poems.
Happy Fourth of July!
Chri
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