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Oct 2011
Though these nightmares hold me under,
Your light is waking me up…
And I can’t hide underneath the covers anymore.


Hypnotic: To lay here in your arms…


There is a stillness here.
A kind of concrete understanding; a comfort.
To see you, seeing me…




The light dances above my head,
Flecks of gold mixed with flowers;
Can you taste the nectar?


The chill of a fall wind passes by
and clears my mind of the summer.
This is for you.

And one day, you'll understand.
Chelsea Codrington
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