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Jun 2011
Hello operator, won’t you lend me an ear?
It seems my days have grown dark and
Daylight no longer suits me, it causes me to faint.
One step out my door and my body seems to shake.
I trek to the store by myself, all the while ever shaking;
I tremble, I stagger, I stumble about.
The world knocks me  over in it’s. gusty. sighing.
I tremble. I stagger. I stumble all about.
I feel too unreal to be awake.
I must be walking on clumsy dream clouds and dancing with queens, they’re cackling cackling cackling.
Elegant gowns and mad-possessed crowns, they’ve invited me to the moon.
I open my eyes and
I tremble. I stagger. I stumble
back home
to wait
for my date
with Night.
The stars will be our only entourage ‘til dawn.
Written by
Tinesha Garcia
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   Timothy Kenda
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