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Poetry of Midnights Voice
I should be asleep by now.
My body quiet,
My breathing steady,
Adrift.
But the healing hands
Of tonights restoration
Were not outstretched to me.
Instead, I follow
The healing proofprints of
Midnights Voice.
Time draws the sun closer to me,
And with it the dread of
Yet another opportunity to
Spread....
Myself....
Too....
Thin .
© 2012
poem
by
Ruby Honeytip
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