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Aug 2014
I dreamt of smashed
fairylights.
Trying to weave through the shards
sparkling
piercing, it was night

but light outside.
The sheets tangled my limbs,

hot mind,
in little bits

Scrape it up.
Scrape me up.
DomtheCurlyful
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