Physically ill,
the ache creeps over me,
quieted
only by you.
I used to want,
now I need
you.
Scared.
It threatens to
consume
so often now.
I am controlled by it,
not it by me.
This love
brings tears
and happiness,
we can't choose which.
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Hi Page, It's been a while. I was re-reading all you have written and you are a great writer. I look forward to more.
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Hi Gina, thank you very much. I'm just heading over your blog now to read your latest.
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