[untitled]A Poem by Caitlin CardinalWORK IN PROGRESS.She faded away with the fog of early morning. Left you with dew drops dripping from the door handle.
The sun came through the windows illuminating your pillows. But you couldn't trace her frame in the blankets.
The breeze doesn't leave footprints.
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Added on April 12, 2008 AuthorCaitlin CardinalMinneapolis, MNAboutPoetry. Photography. Music. People. Conversation. Humor. Food. Dreams. Adventure. Tolerance. Peace. Sex. Kickboxing. Biking. Journalism. Blue. Orange. Books. Movies. Art. Keep it real. more..Writing
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