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By Briana Kassia Date: 2008 May 27 Comment on this Work [[2008.05.27.21.35.5103]] |
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The morning coffee is too sharp Ashen kiss of emptiness When bitter words have cost us more than we knew Sleep had drowned the memory But sleep ends too soon And I am longing for your arms around me The possession of your kiss Instead of the chill and the ache The acrid and stinging lack of you. |