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deb
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this blank page looms before me
and i wonder where
all the good ideas have gone-
i had a couple thousand when i began-
i cannot seem to remember
what it is i meant to say
for your face hovers in
the forefronts of my mind-
you sleep now,
too far from me,
as i grapple with emotions i've tied down-
my eyes burn from the tears
you wished away
i wish i could be there now
to watch the way you sleep-
to smooth that stray hair from your cheek,
cover your shoulder when you shiver
slightly
-so small you didn't even notice-
i wish i could drape upon your shoulder
and watch you wake up
with that squinting smile i adore,
those bursts of brown drowned out
in a sea of greenish-blue-
i miss you baby-
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