9:00 P.M.

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the moonlight spills upon her hair

the stars in silent rapture stare

the sky descends upon her frame

to wrap her warm in dreams aflame 

the darkness presses close and tight

to hide her hurts within the night

alone with thoughts the girl can breathe

eyes closed to earth she falls asleep

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