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Aug 2012
He will love me
in the Pitch of the day-
the deep night-
in half mumbled wakefulness,

pulling me in
from an unconscious terror,
a 3AM sinking suspicion,
here he admits to loving me.

Prying through his Light
hardened skin. Numb
from the hours
and holding me from the dark.
Katherine
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