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Jul 2016
She spent most of her days in bed
writing poems in her head
every once in a while
she would sit and jot
them down

no one ever
saw her write
she only did it
in the dead of night
when the world was
quiet and still
the only few sounds
came from the
wildlife around

she felt like them
wild and free
in the dead of night
she was herself
when the morning came
she went back to bed
writing poems in her head.
Pine
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Pine
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