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Jan 2015
Its hard to make it through
each day I'm left to spend
with chin falling on fist
from rising thoughts of you.
An hour drones and though
closer to you I know
I am, I'm not complete
So lonely, empty.  Here
I lie and concentrate
with thoughts I must compete
to keep myself from our
temple, shelter, shower
Love me, love you, over
and over everything
matthew listener
Written by
matthew listener  maryland
(maryland)   
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