This Poet's Dream

These are the fluid lines that spill forth…

Life is just not the same

Without our cuddles

Empty arms

Reaching for

Empty bed

A moment

But oh a moment

One that will

Reside in the corner of memory

Strewn across the rocks

Spent

With one last kiss

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