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By Chie Theresa Fujioka

Sun has fallen and all is dim,
I carry my bags and packages in.
Closing the door, I call to you
My day is done, my day is through.
Dragging myself to my room,
Your presence rids me of my gloom.
As worry-stained clothes I swiftly shed
You sit waiting on my bed.
Let there be no claim that I've sinned,
Your touch is ice and breath the wind.
And when I clench your void to me,
Where I see you, others, air see.
I kiss your face, carress your hair,
all night, my little bed we share.
And fall asleep in your embrace
For my lover, Nothing, rests in that space.

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