Peace of mind,
I’ll share a slice.
It won’t make sense.
I woke up like this.
Thinking of you again and again.
I’ll give you a slice of bittersweet,
Bitter or sweet,
Red wine,
Something?…
You couldn’t tell, but something serious is playing on my mind.
I’m losing control, laughing and crying, too, thinking of you again and again.
I’m too close to this edge.
I’m kept tucked in place as precariously as a misplaced library book.
I’m wandering, left wondering about you again and again.
There’s nothing else to do.
Dawning Creations 
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