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Aug 2017
the dust begins
to settle

the blues fade in
to blacks

the moon casts
her dreamy eyes
far away
from here.

i pull my wounds out
from the inside,
one by one.

i fold them into
paper birds.

i leave them at your
doorstep-
just something
to remember me
by
lionness
Written by
lionness  23/F/vermont
(23/F/vermont)   
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