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Jul 2020
Sometimes, the darkness is not my friend,
but pins me to my bed with heavy hands.

We become uneasy companions
on a stormy seaβ€”
the rest of the world sailing
smoothly on dreams.

Something about the night revels
in picking through my mind like a
filing cabinetβ€”no method to the madness.

Sometimes I ask,
"Why will you not let me go?"

Sometimes the night answers:
"Because these hours are not your own to control."
Tea Bland
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Tea Bland  Genderqueer/PNW
(Genderqueer/PNW)   
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