Cold As Night

It’s as cold as night.
Gently and silently the wind caresses
Much to my delight.
Famished.
I sense hunger and harder it presses.
Yet I refuse to relieve myself of this plight.
No comfort in sleep.
No dreams, nothing deep.
Now it’s eve, much past dawn.
I truly alone.
It’s still as cold as night.

~emphasis~

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~emphasis~

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