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About This Poem
I Miss You
An appetite for the forest pines hunger,
respite and allusion do not depart.
As a feast awaits at the table,
my mind cries only inward.
Longing and desires and
blankets pulled over my eyes.
I sleep in a dream
in the desert cold
Clinging to a warm blanket, yet by
day I am alone and detached.
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