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Nov 2014
there was a time
when i thought the sun
was a myth
hidden in words
like demeter and persephone
there is fog here
and the night comes too quickly
and you are wrapped in
sadness.

tears fall out of my eyes
like anvils

sometimes only gravity keeps us here.

and i am only here to tell you
when the fog lifts

the light will be where you left it.
Meaggy Aylward
Written by
Meaggy Aylward  Newfoundland
(Newfoundland)   
997
     ---, Rose, IrieSide and unknown
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