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Oct 2015
I don’t think I sleep anymore
There is a time between awake and awake
Eyes closed
In bed even
But I never remember

I think of the last time you touched me
Fear the next

Restless, aching, inside and out
I don’t want to rest my eyes
And yet
There is no solace anywhere else.
Abigail Marie
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Abigail Marie
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