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Dec 2016
My head,
that used to dream of darkness and the bad,
now only dreams of you.

I wake up,
a headache rises in the depths of my brain.
I seek the warmth of the person I still long to hold.

I wish you were here.
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lei  ph
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   Keith Wilson
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