Every Whim

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My Tears began to fall

I knew than as I was

The Catcher in the Rye

I had only this one left

Not to let these tears

Fall onto death,but to

Find that one listened ear

Someone who would

Understand W/0 a

Question,who got

My words W/0

An explanation

I knew when I saw

Her standing there

That not only was she

But also her eyes

Yes her eyes

Were the period

At the end of

LIFE’S sentence

That this world

Of words would

Be a continuum

To my everyday

DREAM

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