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Jun 2018
She comes to me at night
Crawls under the covers
And into my mind

She turns out the light
Tells me how I’ll never find a lover
And makes sure no clouds are lined

She finds me alone
Kisses my forehead with her cracked lips
And tells me it could all be over

She tells me how I could atone
Says it’s like jumping ship
And I won’t feel hitting the water

She plucks all the stars from my night sky
Puts them in her pockets
And tells me I won’t need them where I’m going

She is me
Written by
Morgan Brehilt
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