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Jun 2014
Tick toc
Tick toc
The only sound that echoes  
In the night full of stars

My lamp the only light
The beautiful silence
The usually loud bodies
Now lying like dead corpses

Their breath slow and even
Looking so peaceful for once
Enjoying these few hours
Before they rise

This is the time my friend come out
The dark figure on my wall
The one I tell everything to
The one who will sit there and listen

What I would wish to be it
Looking so large and powerful
No more yelling in my ear
No more torture in my soul

But a coward it is also
Scared once light leaves
Leaving me in the dark
Alone I cannot speak

Once the sun can rise
Alone I will be once more
The bodies soon will rise
And the fear will once again grow

Only the thought of night
To see my friend once more
To cry and laugh and play
To be once again whole

I cannot say about her
Because I know people would say
A girl friends with her shadow
Must be very strange
Written by
Elizabeth Waxman
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