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Shades pull down, there’s soil on the ground. The rain makes you shiver, as the roof falls apart. It’s black light not blue, I’d sleep if I could, but you wake up, you wake up, and you stare at the moon.
By Sophie Kinston5 years ago in Poets
The leaves fall to the riverbed, the sky is thick with smoke. As I stand here in your shadow, I’m gasping for air. The patterned stones, her cotton clothes, light up the tiny home, as she steps out in her muddy feet, playing hopscotch in the rain
