love at too high a price, to sleep..........
alas i not sleep,not in this winter fold of time, not in this moment uncast unfolding not a moment of rym. dear to me is my love given freely, and sometimes at too high a price, leaving thee consuming thee not fully knowing thee in any other way. this is my beginning, my middle and my end.love at too high a price, to sleep..........
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- jenifer
- alert but not enough sleep . hope my poems please thee.
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