The night draws near
Yet you are far from my bed
I long for your touch
Now here alone, I lay bare
Waiting still
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The Ink I Bleed (Poems)
PoetryCold steel kisses my skin, A sweet melody as it opens, Release the soul kept within, Let it run, Let it live. A book of poems. © 2014 Nicholas Stephenson. All rights reserved.
