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| Fitful Sleep by Carolyn Hampton |
Fever
Drags me under
I see her in your arms
You say, “What you see is not real”
“It’s only in your imagination”
I fall into a fitful sleep
Maybe I was dreaming
I wake; you smile
Fever?
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
