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Oct 2016
Sleep fall unto me
My eyes are wide
as the owl’s gaze
who stole the night? Who?
There is light outside
but the day feels heavy,
and I’d rather lock the door
before the sun starts roll call
But sleep is not mine to keep
Only to wear *******
till she slips off
and sinks back into the ground
where dormant hearts lie.
I’ve begged before , I’ve cried
But those dreams
So distant
Now
Simply are not mine.
Monique Guerrero
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Monique Guerrero  In the Woods
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