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May 2020
Sleep has lost me.
Desperately
trying to remember the steps
of how I once was there,
how in the beginning I felt so safe
I could melt
and dream
in her comfort,
I am awake
on the edge of the bed.
I stare
unable to find my way back
wondering
how I ever found her to begin with.
Elisa Holly
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Elisa Holly  DALLAS
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