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Jan 2016
I don’t know why I stayed up all night
if I wasn’t counting stars in a sky
where there is no hope for sighting anything but fading stars.

There’s only so much warmth this blanket for one
And cat (for herself) can give someone.
So, I learn to curl
up into myself and find myself
talking in circles when I talk about this.
First published here - https://existentialcrisisalert.wordpress.com/2016/01/19/day-205/
Written by
Sonia Thomas
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