By Kerry |
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By Kerry |
| I have a friend named Jesse,
21 With beautiful brown eyes. She tells me of her long ago love, A bright boy, Deep and handsome. One day he stands on a chair And then sways gently, The rope so tight……… She was only 15 And so frail, She shatters like glass. I can see the sad little girl in her eyes. I tell her about my friend, Oh I loved her, She was older than me And for the first time Someone accepted me for who I was. One more drink, And she lay on the floor with her dog, The gun in her hand, So still and quiet……… Then the emptiness inside. We hug and love each other,
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