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Aug 2021
as the sun creeps
over the horizon
a new day begins

i awake from my slumber
as my hands skate across my bed
i remember
you're not with me

i don't feel your warmth
against my back

i don't see your countenance
in the bright morning light

i don't feel your touch,
those soft supple hands
notapoet
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