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Jul 2015
I can't stop thinking,
as if these thoughts
will not form
tears on my pillow
when the dark comes.
Could you take this night?
and hold it tightly
to these shoulders
quaking beneath
this blanket of fear.
Tell the moon
to bring
the light
close.
Quick jot, may change! :)
Emily L
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Emily L  Cassiopeia
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