American Love

The first time was magic. The last time was tragic.He begged her just once more...But she wouldn't have it. She couldn't have it...After all that had happened,All it would bring up were lies and their habits. The secrets we keep in the medicine cabinet.


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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