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When you are gone
by Vikki OwensThe thought,
you know what Im talking
about,
at night when its cold
and my bed is empty,
when your bed is empty,
when my hand reaches
into the moonlight
to find you and
you are absent...
The fear,
the panic,
you know the panic,
the twisting
like a knife,
like a fist in my jaw,
like teeth...
In the morning
with the sunlight
tears have collected
on the pillow..
trails...
you dont see them... 02/10/2002 Posted on 02/10/2002
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