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One Can
Only
One can only
Imagine
The morning after
The laughter
Of a week-end
Away with you,
The aching pain
Like a numbing
Rain,
The longing for
The time to
Return and
Stay forever,
The stretching out
Of a long strand
Of your hair
From the pillow
Still warm
With the scent
Of you.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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