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Feb 2012
It’s the slow silence of the time of night;

Teasing tempting my vulnerable mind.

The sky blankets over the morning light;

The stress of my backbone slowly unwinds.

My fascinated eyes; the moon pours in.

The stars lean to kiss my awaiting lips.

Recollection of memories and sins;

They seem to mirror the above eclipse.

The masking of dark from light chills my soul.

My fading consciousness blurs my bold thoughts;

Sleep comes to take my mind away in whole.

My body breathes a sigh; no more distraught.

I gradually creep to my dreams once more.

Where my mind calmly begins to explore.
Kat Thompson
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Kat Thompson
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