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Dec 2014
Into the dimly-lit sky
the faint glowing horizon
here comes the lazy moon
skimming the ridge
I fell asleep from the purr of the darkness
and the headlights' flash

Into the warmth
dimly-lit, cozy box
like the sound of rain on the shingles
my dreams danced, falling before me
before I was
submerged in sleep

Follow my cyclical lungs
draw my body's outline
shade me in
crayon colors
Raina Grace
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Raina Grace
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