Scent on card fills my nose,
perfume burns as candle glows.
I gaze on out and yet not there,
sun in eyes with too much glare.
Words unspoken still I care,
I cant hear yet them I'll wear.
No graceful touch upon my skin,
I leave myself to fingers wind.
So close so far into the night,
trying to hug the shadows tight.
Pillow feathers drawn into me,
ocean waves won't cleanse I see.
The quiet days and darker nights,
takes me to "The Anxiety Heights".
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