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Poetry by Charles Moffat
There is no warmth within my body Only a seeping coldness from without Being without love A loneliness that borders on dispair A blackness that churns around me So cold, so cold I have cried out in my sleep Complaining of the cold Shivering in my dreams What I would give to have a body next to mine Bodywarmth to warm my cold sides A tender kiss upon my cheek An embrace and a good night's sleep Warm thoughts Pleasant thoughts But I am still cold Shivering and lonely |