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Sep 2012
singing a lullaby we
are rocking in a cradle spun
of liquid white straight
from the bottle wrapped up
in the darkness of the night until

we find ourselves in stillness

laid out on the damp shingles
                laughing
                at the clouded sky
because we know
that somewhere behind the blackened grey

the moon shines bigger and brighter
than it ever has before
Written by
Allison Rose
547
   Rand J Bennett
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