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Dec 2016
I see the lights
Blurry like cotton ***** on the inky water

The people on the bridge,
Bright like lightning bugs
Following each other like ants
Searching for food.

Are you out there, somewhere,
Searching for me?
Jessie Vislay
Written by
Jessie Vislay  Laurel, MD
(Laurel, MD)   
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