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May 2017
Since you spoke,
I have not slept,
Haunted by the way,
Each word is wept,
Stealthy passion,
Through me crept,
For which I have been,
Caught and trapped.

Awake, I dream,
You come to me,
Upon a beam,
Lucidly,
Vivid and supreme.
Megan Sherman
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Megan Sherman
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