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Nov 2014
now the light bulbs don't turn on
and the silence overpowers even our dog
i am so, so small

you shrieked when the light bit your thumb
and begged me to kiss it like you knew i would
now the light bulbs don't turn on

i haven't left any bruises with my feet
because there is nothing left for me to kick in my sleep
i am so, so small

the city scrapes my skin like a plastic knife
and it winks at me while i pack your clothes away
now the light bulbs don't turn on

ambitions are a rather lofty thing, besides
i'm going to take a break for a while
i am so, so small

the sky and the ground once merged into one
our picnic blanket became the world
now the light bulbs don't turn on
i am so, so small
Sylvie Barton
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Sylvie Barton  Boston, MA
(Boston, MA)   
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   Cloey Olson
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