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Stolen Nights
Dawn crosses itself through my latenight dreams
The bruised fingers of the skies, me awakening.
Where light was spotted before the start
This gray uncoils from my fist, squeezed with my heart.
Now the breakdown of once shut eyes strain
Dawn is called true daybreak —
With another outward far off shine
She's only ghost according to clockwork time
Morning on glass through ever bonding cobwebs
The dark in its light, still descends.
Copyright ©
Paige Hind
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