To Whom It May Concern

March 15, 2016

To Whom It May Concern- The bed is wrapped near the River, Let my memories enter the Shore.

Nevermore, I never felt, As if it mattered- Hesitation marks fill the Paper,I could not bear to write it-

“I love you, I love you”. Past words are dead. Bring to life my Memories, And say goodbye to the Future-

The past is my solace

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk GudaMay 11, 2016

<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  </p>