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Friday, May 10, 2013

Poem #523

She went away like all the others…

Now I long for her tender touch…

I writhe in my twisted mind…

She left me with only memories,

which I violently clutch…

I awaken in drenched sheets; screaming…

There is no consultation; no one to tell me I’m dreaming…

I’m left to slay my dragons and fight my demons alone…

I guess those plans for happiness will have to be postponed…

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