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December 26, 2016

Night time brings
The dark but often clarity
No light but often sharper
As the body lays
And thoughts are given space
To form into shapes that
Make sense
That morph and digress
Shout loud across
My silent chest
The words, bouncing from slumbering walls
The sensation of falling
As the mind, not so much whirring as searching
For the foot of another
Across the bed
To find solid the form
To make alive
What is in my head.tmp_30494-IMG_20161225_175205519105417.jpg

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