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Reach up

Misting gray
Over night, Over day
Like a child's blanket
of Nightmares
Hiding the sun, the moon
the stars
Beauty becomes acrid
burning
where light might have been
like Eternity entwined with Infinity

If only, if only
If only I could just reach up and wipe it all away.
I'll work on it later. I came up with the last two lines of the poem when I was in China. The inspiration is mine to know - I'll leave it to you guys to interpret it how you like. P, I swear on Triple Espresso gelato and cantaloupes that one day I will get by butt on PhotoShop and make a banner. -ahem- Also mine to know: what the heck I'm doing up at 2 in the morning writing month-old poems on a school night.

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