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A Night Without Love....
when we are too
tired
we take the bed
and lose ourselves in the labyrinths of sleep
it is another night
without love
as a matter of consequence
the morning turns into a chicken's
intestinal crookedness
you are still asleep
perhaps dreaming about love
when i left for work
without tasting breakfast
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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