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poetry,
yearn

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february.2.

Woke up, rolled over,
caught a glimpse
of myself in
charcoal resting
against the wall.

No lover's arm
draped carelessly
over the hip,
No sleepy breath
condensing against
the throat's hollow.

No doubt
there will be
six more weeks of
winter.

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very much like the way you express the feeling of solitude and lonliness. I also get the sense that this was a momentary thing, as if coming out of sleep there is a realisation and then sleep is descended into again.

I very much like your poetry.

That's one I had stuffed into one of my binders from last year. I do think that February can be an awful month for some people, though. Valentine's Day...bah, humbug!! ; )

Valentines day is bollocks.

thanks.

You're welcome. : )

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