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Feb 2016
Galaxies separate us, but all that separates me from earth now,

Is my tightly wound, dizzy head,

And the dreaminess of my unused bed.

Staggering stars set me alight, I will not burn up, I will not allow.

The Milky Way’s haze has overtaken me, they say I belong, I disavow.

A Lunar Eclipse stole the mist that has been running through my veins, am I dead?

A Super Nova spoke with much pain, that I am alone now wrapped in their thread.

I weep shooting stars; they leave burns down my cheeks, all of space takes a slow bow.

Did somewhere along the way I forget how to sleep?

Am I lost in a land of unimaginable beauty and misery?

I used to be afraid of the dark night, but now I see that I was afraid of all unknown.

It’s just contrast, a vast sea of endless light, and the sleep I’ve lost that goes miles deep.

The clouds mock me with their pillow like appearance, for once I am
above them, and I inflict the injury.

The moon shines gently as I sleep for the first time as a part of space, I am a star that will grow and never be alone.
This was written when I was incredibly sleep deprived, and was cursing insomnia every second of every day.
Isabella Rosemary
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Isabella Rosemary  AL
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   --- and Mishael Ward
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