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My desire to be with you is burning through my chest

With anxiety and anticipation to see your face

I cannot keep myself focused….are you thinking of me?

It’s been days since I’ve heard your voice, why the abrupt wall?

I picture your warmth in my nest

Are you in a different place?

Or in a stump; thoughts tangled repetitively?

It’s been days since I have heard from you, why the silent stall?


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