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Oct 2012
Night reaches out to sleep beside dark.
Beyond, soft, precious breath pushed toward the light.
A dream where their light swallowed up the silence of the earth,
The years without cease.
A great stone, black and ancient, raised in light with eyes dead.
An alabaster heart, in dull glass
Turned soundlessly to silent sleep.
The dead daylight never spoke again.
Written by
Sarah
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