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Aug 2018
I spoke to you last night.
It was the first time since last time.
Underneath the night sky’s tinted window,
Watching and waiting for the last cloud to escape from underneath the moon.

Can you see me sitting here?
With my face buried in my hands
And sorrow stained on my paper skin?
Show me a sign that you are there.
Dominic Wright
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Dominic Wright  22/M/New York City
(22/M/New York City)   
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