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Escape

July 13, 2008

Finding comfort

in her arms,

her smell,

my ward

against life

dragging me under.

Cares

left behind

while night

brings simplicity,

warm eyes

swallowing cares,

easing soul,

until dawn

creeps light

between blinds,

burning shadows,

leaving emptiness

she once filled,

her image

always fading

with the night.

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