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Sunday, March 29, 2015

Lanterns.

The sky above your house is hopeful tonight
Shy stars behind streaking clouds
And the lampposts near and far
Along the streets, between the trees
"Hello", "Hello", they murmur
Lanterns floating in the dark sea
But they too see my shadow

Should I tell them?
Posted by Rebekah Grey at 9:02 PM
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