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Oct 2014
Fragile silver strings criss-cross
above my bed
and often I am told:
careful not to move my head
and sometimes it's hard
to not swallow the pill
When I awoke from that dream
it was hard to stay still

share the burden
share the light
share the little face
staring out the window in the car
driving by me on the sidewalk
Raina Grace
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Raina Grace
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