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Saturday, November 07, 2009
Bedside VisitorCurrent mood: thoughtful Views: 8
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There are dark nights
whence I shrivel and weep
because I miss your face
in hours of needed sleep.
When sleep does come to aid me,
I dream unspeakable dreams
where there we lie and I no longer cry
and your smiling face beams.
Your lips meet mine
as it feels they should.
Contrary to real life
where they never could.
Our faces close
your lashes blink in the light
the background a blur
untill I wake to the lonely night.
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