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empty bed

Where I am it is cold
Not even sun’s embers
Have thought to warm the sky

I woke with you, alone
Hard thoughts would find no rest
My hands seek out relief

To wake and feel your weight
With every subtle breath
And heat beyond the sun
Written by Hepcat61 (geoff cat)
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