Deceipt Poem by Phil Soar

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Ever the person that you are, I miss you
Where have you gone my loving one?
I really want to kiss you
Where is your hand upon my brow?
To soothe my aching head
I've lost the plot, you don't care a lot
Because HE is in our bed.

Monday, October 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
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