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Oct 2012
Missing the old you, in your old bed,
saying the old things you used to say,
feeling the old way we used to feel--

arms and legs together,
unafraid,
more and more naked than before--

as we fight
and fight off sleep.
Keela Wale
Written by
Keela Wale  California
(California)   
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