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Jan 2013
Quietly hanging above my head,
You protect me from myself.
The shadows, escapees from my darkest thoughts,
Get trapped in your web,
Unable to disturb my sleep
Your feathers shift with the sweetest dreams
Of  love and flight
Granting them passage into my slumber.
If only it really worked this way.
Christy Pavoncello
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Christy Pavoncello
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