Tossing, turning, cold sweat
turns to tears upon silk sheets.
Whispering softly, the moon's breath
chills raspy breath.
Warm hearts beat for
music in rhapsody while winter's frost
freezes those who long for
someone else to hold.
Toils in loneliness,
cried through the Smokey haze
tearing yourself apart for pasts
better left forgotten.
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