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Jul 2013
I remember looking up at the stars that night
after crawling out of that beaten tent.
They spread across the night
like a million diamonds
I don't think I ever saw them so bright.
It was somewhere between O'Ryan's belt
and the Big Dipper
I knew you were my sky
and it was somewhere between
the clouding moon and those fading footsteps
I knew I was drowning in your storm.
wounded words
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wounded words  Seattle
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