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Jun 2013
In the light, I hid you.
Any artefact that remotely reminded me of you,
I bundled up and tucked away in the cobwebbed back corner of the wardrobe.
I hid you in the far recesses of my mind.

But in the dark, you burst free.
Breaking your confines, you seep through my subconscious.
Every night you visit me in my dreams
And we are together again.
Katrina French
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Katrina French
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   Tyler Lynn Pulliam and AJ
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