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Crickets and car lights
Whiz pays my bedroom window
Shining bright
As the night goes
On as steady
Like the beat
Of a whispering medley
From the fan above me
Exhale softly
Onto the sheets
Drifting lazily
Into sleep
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Poetry from Therapy
PoetryA whole bunch of random poetry that's helped me. All original content by yours truly.
