Fevered dreams

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Wet sandpaper across gravel,
another fever broken open
by a night of clumped sleep;
mom’s ears are the more in tune,
but it’s her touch you cry for,
her soothing warmth you crave,
leaving me the only task left:
to kiss away the anguished dew
escaping from your closing eyes.

(dtn)

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