3 Poem by Katrina Billingsley

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In your arms, I lie
listening to your soft breath.
I close my eyes,
your hands upon my skin.
There is no way to let you in.
my thoughts drift to darkness.
My heart is aching,
dreaming of death.
I close my eyes,
listening to my mind's cries.

Sunday, May 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
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