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My last few weeks have quietly been
taken by a rising tension,
shielding me from relaxation,
stealing sleep from weekend days.
A lover lost, which seems to feed
my insecure apprehension.
A new job, where, to settle in some
is beyond my working haze.
I'm getting on, a bloke whose seen
less of loving's dreamt attention
than belongs to male pretension.
I need to catch a woman's gaze. 
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