The days are weary and
The Nights are long;
How long 'til I'm next to you?
I don't know where I fit
But I belong.
Here
Is where I'm back to the start.
It won't be easy and
I will tire fast
Slumber.
It's what I want
But the enemy tasted too familiar
Too easy to swallow.
Sour sticks
Sweetness chokes
Salty probes
Bitter evokes
Can't I savor your presence?
11/21/11
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