tenderness
where have you gone
the bloom has withered
without your sun
the soles of feet
are cracked and torn
without your love
to keep them warm
bereft, indifferent
little me
smiling aimless
casually
pretending this
forgetting that
curled up snugly
like a cat
where have you gone
the bloom has withered
without your sun
the soles of feet
are cracked and torn
without your love
to keep them warm
bereft, indifferent
little me
smiling aimless
casually
pretending this
forgetting that
curled up snugly
like a cat
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