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 Apr 2019 Courtney
Zoe Mae
Each night we go to bed
With sheets made of ice and blankets of lead

Each night we try to sleep
With a wall at our backs built from secrets we keep

Each day we rise and then
We step onto the stage till it's bedtime again
 Apr 2019 Courtney
this is she
You were as stoic as a monument
Your pictures shined like sunflowers
I was held motionless in my spot
Lips pursed like a question mark
Your hair swept over like a wave
I couldn’t help but feel that a storm was coming
this is about a guy that i feel will end up like this
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