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Jul 17
He has,
like one asleep,
pursued her

in his nightly dreams,
fantasized about her
in every way he could,

imagined that she
fantasized about him
in turn in night and day,

but to no avail,
she showed no
interest in his game

to play,
which on waking,
caused him moan,

for she was never there,
and he slept alone.
Terry Collett
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Terry Collett  71/M/England
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