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  May 2017 Clay Sterling
sancus
people try
to heat up my
frigid exterior
but drop me, like
a glass of hot water
and leave me shattered
on the ground
as soon as they sense
the fervent menace
brewing within me.
The kitten blinked and yawned
The wolf ran and howled

She lays down her paw
As he sings her a song

The kitten went fast asleep
As the wolf kisses her cheek

She smiles then quietly snores
As I lay and hug her close
(05-18-2017)
  May 2017 Clay Sterling
Will
I miss her, yet I cannot forget her.
Like echoes of a time long gone.
Silence is my reality.
Try as I might she still holds my mind tight.
Is it her fault for being so captivating?
Maybe it is my own doing, for loving her too deeply.
I feel lost in a lake of dreams.
Dreams haunted with her presence, and nightmares filled with her absence.
She has forgotten me.
Now I am the only scribe left to keep our memory alive. So I write on.
I will not forget these memories, nor will I stop dreaming of a fantasy no longer attainable.
I will forever chase these memories of a dream long gone.
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