Guest guest Posted September 18, 2010 Report Share Posted September 18, 2010 When Nada dies, she s not erased Careless potter who formed my days Caring not the shape of the vase, Only her need to squeeze the clay. When Nada dies, she isn't dead. Her bills of the heart unpaid. Her tears and rages in my head: She lives on in the words she said. When Nada dies , I m not set free Healing I must choose. Her fog lives on inside of me. But I will heal. I've paid my dues! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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