Hazy days
By samhennig
Mon, 20 Oct 2014
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Hazy days,
eyes a glaze with last nights worries.
Fears take hold,
the air turned cold, like temperature matched my panic.
Without your touch,
to warm me much, and settle furrowed brow.
I am sleepless and thoughtless and hopeless and listless.
And I miss more,
And wish more
That you were near.
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