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Wednesday 1 May 2013

Only the Waking Dream

My heart
aches
without my love.
The ache of the amputee, the
phantom limb long burnt
in some hospital's crematorium.

My heart
breaks
without my love.
The torment of dreams that
dare not become hopes.

My soul
quakes
without my love.
The pounding of the world
threatens
the integrity of my
space-frozen mind.

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