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A Poem by Tenten

 


Tired, these hands are too heavy to hold a pen

Sleepless, the bed’s to cold to return to

Solace, alone beneath the sheets the ceiling becomes companion

Missing, a warm form to keep away painful realization of alone

Knowledge, there will be no heated arms enfolding winter dry skin

Tired, things to do that keep dropping eyes open

© 2008 Tenten


Author's Note

Tenten
Cp. 5:47PM Tue 01/22/08 NM Tired, thinking, stomach pains, sleepy (Written, Tobi.)

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Tenten
Tenten

Alamosa, CO



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