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With you out of reach

The crispness of my sheets cuts –

Covers in winter’s grip

Never warm to my body’s heat.

With you on the edge

Of an apparent eternity –

Your scent remains

A mystery which haunts your absence.

With you I can wake refreshed

From sickness brought by desire –

To understanding comfort

A love which fits like skin.

 

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