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Aug 2014
Like old wooden floors,
I felt my bones creek.
Inside the frame of a window,
the world fed itself to me.
I absorbed everything.
Let out a quiet sigh.
Sprung into the clutches of the night.
Hewasminemoon
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Hewasminemoon  Seattle
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