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Aug 2013
Like a broken watch
you lay there...

your unpainted face

slightly obscured
by two small

unmoving

hands,

and yet my love
this
is the time
I long for

for whom needs sleep
when such visions
of beauty

are freely found beyond

such dreams
as
twilight brings

so sweet be thy rest
as I upon bended
arm

watch on.
Written by
soul in torment
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