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Mar 2019
My body climbed into tear-stained sheets,
senses circling me with familiar lavender
and anxious qualms
about where I was.

I peered out the rain-streaked windows
to see the full moon
gleaming akin to a neon sign that said,
“You're home.”
Mark C
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Mark C  23/M
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