dear you,
when the night has appeared,
the house is quiet,
the others are asleep,
when the doors are closed,
the fridge buzzes,
the ipod sings to me,
i turn on the strand of fairy lights,
lay on the couch,
stare at the dim glow,
i curl into a ball,
think,
and remember.
sincerely,
shae
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