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My insides are pulledTaut and aching by the missing of you.What do you carry of me inside yourself,Waiting in you there to be discoveredBy your desires, or needs, or unforeseen events?Here, your shadow is restless—Moving around the house, in and out of my dreaming mind—Sometimes frightenedWanting comfortSometimes full of joy