Content of: The Tilt
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02/29/20 at 11:04PM
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Poetry
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The tilt of your head
when you are talking to me
contains all the joys,
I hoped to see.
Our friendship has been
a lifetime of trial,
as seeing your face
brightens my smile.
I must leave you now;
I'll be gone for awhile,
please wait, not for me
but do linger awhile.
