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I'm still working this, I wrote it at about midnight on November 26/27. I'm hoping to add some more. Please give your commetnts and suggestions.

(P.S this poem is NOT about death. Sleeping is sleeping in this poem.)

Submitted: November 27, 2007

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Submitted: November 27, 2007



The sleeping maiden speaks not

Her hand out streched as if for a lover to take

Her wounds will heal slowly

 but not all of them will fade

So she shall wait

And wait

And wait

for her lover to take her hand once again.

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