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Jun 2018
Now I lay me down to rest
On a bed of moss
The forest floor

I hear the restless sounds of earth
The flit of wings on high
The click of things that crawl

I call out with my heart
In my mind
I fly
Meghan
Written by
Meghan  F/Metro Detroit
(F/Metro Detroit)   
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