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Jun 2019
I know a few things
no one cares to see.
It's a terrible realization
that they're not so far from me.

The sun never shines
equally in all places;
some of us live outside
glad for the moonlight on our faces.

I know a few things
for which no one has a care
it is my toil in the shadow
that gives sunlight to your hair.
Alissa Rogers
Written by
Alissa Rogers  The Lonely Mountain, NC
(The Lonely Mountain, NC)   
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     Frederick Hart and Fawn
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