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Mar 2017
Images of ideas that

slowly crawls night

it creeps and peeps

through cracks and cranny

rich warm nothingness

giving solitude and seeps

directly into my soul

screeching to halt any

thoughts but you
Written by
brenda callahan  morganton
(morganton)   
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