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Panicked

I wonder if you sleep well.
Do your eyes pop open in a panic,
“What have I done?”
“What did I become?”

Do you think about me
the way I think of you?
In the night, chest heaving.
Heart-wrenching, soul bleeding
thoughts.

I know you don’t feel my fear
but you should.

m.e. peters

 

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