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Jan 2019
The cold familiar chill
of November mornings
now comes with despondent
wakings.

Sleepless nights on cold
gray sheets of stone.

Tired lovesick limbs
reaching for home.

Thoughts spoken in solemnity
to the dark.

Oh how these nights
they go leaving a yearning
in my heart.
William Allen
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William Allen  28/M/Phoenix,AZ
(28/M/Phoenix,AZ)   
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