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June 2002 Poetry My eyes are weak from crying,
leaving blackened circles,
of pain.
Circles that were traces of you,
and what you put me through.
Everyone sees the pain,
and the circles.
They worry,
but I’ll be ok,
It just takes time.
~*~ Jill ~*~
I like this poem :-) I like how you wrote it
I didn't really like this poem, but I liked the way it was writen.