she releases a heavy breath
melts back into the sheets
lets the stars usher her in
to this new age
of distant light.
she wavers above sleep
before it pulls her below
and that is where the magic happens
that is where the dreaming begins
Planting seeds, growing gardens, unearthing hearts.
and at dusk I break my past down piece by piece
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