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Apr 2019
Each night we go to bed
With sheets made of ice and blankets of lead

Each night we try to sleep
With a wall at our backs built from secrets we keep

Each day we rise and then
We step onto the stage till it's bedtime again
Zoe Mae
Written by
Zoe Mae  40/F/Massachusetts
(40/F/Massachusetts)   
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