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Aug 2014
I'll watch the silver moonlight spread across my pillow and delicate fingers.

The sandman nowhere in sight, and not wanting to be found. I'm growing tired of this game of hide and seek.

Instead I'll stay with the sky as the sliver light slowly stains red with the coming dawn.
I can't sleep. Most the time I'm not even tired.
Silver Lining
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Silver Lining
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