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Apr 13
Makes the crawl
Long before the body
The light haze that lifted
Is now a dense, heavy fog

Gently I
Swim down the hall
In awe,
How still the morning,
And still more
Submerged in slumber

Sleep cradles
But soon, a release
Into the thousand pound mist
And crawl
They will crawl
Searching for the day
With her open arms
J Michael
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J Michael  24/M
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