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Sep 2017
screaming cat call
in the deep
of night
I lay quite still, there,
hoping to keep a good feeling
and watched withΒ 
resignation
as it slipped away.
now I am awake
my friend has snuck through
my room
and hurried on
her smell lingers but
she had to fly
her brother worried
in the car.
crickets meditateΒ 
at the top of their lungs
and far away
I wonder how the oldest child
fares this night-
all we share in the end
is sleep
Written by
corbin sweeny
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   unnamed and spartan73
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