In a way
Neither of us can explain
My mother is cold
Not just to the touch
SOB with me
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Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
In a way
Neither of us can explain
My mother is cold
Not just to the touch
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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October 22, 2008 at 3:27 pm
poeticgrin
Ahhhhh – a return to the untitled.
Both the poem and the message are short. There is no emotion. It’s unnatural. Here it works.