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Jan 2014
Late at night
when I’m desperate
raw with longing
for him,
sometimes for her
aching panic
in the dark
for all those future worlds
I’ll never be
a sudden thought occurs to me
I’m still so young     inside

thinking this     way
I haven’t given up
knowing that
I tell my clinched hands
that’s enough now
let me
sleep
Written by
Gretchen Long  Kansas
(Kansas)   
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