By Damien Knight
May I see your face
Might I hear your voice
Inside I plea for a place
That your heart hears me
Am I unwanted, undesired
Is my skin repulsive love
Has our love expired
Please My heart it burns
My love is hot to touch
The soul it’s mate yearns
I’m here let me see you again
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I am a writer who often dawdles (wastes time). So here I am, procrastinating by talking about organization, writing tips, teaching writing tips, and other random things to keep up my writing habits, when I should be writing my novel, and here you are, dawdling as well. C'mon in and join me for some dawdling (and pretending we're not).
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