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29 lines
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Somnolence
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2020-10-25
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***
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to be a young child again, forced outside
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in a bare backyard with nowhere to hide
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and scrape the ground's skin, past Gaia with wiles
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and dead skin cells that we shape into piles
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the sky far above is baby powder blue
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neighbor to gray, somnolent hue
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the blanket draped over a loop of time
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sheer thin veil between me and divine
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moon like an eye that I hold in my palms
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Nyx's guidance, a past world in the calm
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watching the branches rake past Selene's glow
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as above, truly, shall it be below
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this is the weather that speaks to my soul,
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that comes with sharp needle to stitch shut the hole
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and I bite wooden block, half-empty spirit glass,
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and remind myself that this too shall pass
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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