Poem #91

I always worry that you will stop loving me someday.
I often think that maybe I am always in your way.
I sometimes wonder if you'll love me when my teeth fall out.
I really hope you'll still remember what our love's about.
4/11/02010

Here's my lack of self-confidence.

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