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Sep 2014
My lungs inhale and exhale the familiar scent of candles and
body lotion on my worn out blanket
who has claimed my body as its own.
As my dim room gets brighter
I seem to not have the strength to wrestle my way out of bed.
I don't want to greet the day,
no, not today.
Today I'd rather stay here
within these four walls,
drifting,
wandering,
between dreams and reality.
I'd rather let my blankets keep me entangled in their warm embrace.
Let the sun dance his way across the sky
Let the moon's regal grace sing me back to sleep.
Tomorrow I will greet the day, but,
no, not today.
Nathalie Lorraine
Written by
Nathalie Lorraine  New York, NY
(New York, NY)   
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   Erenn and Jeffrey Pua
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