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176: Longest Night

I remember when the

sun stretched out over the sky

lingering in the corners between

buildings and tree limbs

freckling you with sun-spotted kisses.

I remember how it felt

to be warm-

like my joints were wax

like I could fall into your arms

and it would feel like melting.

I remember


on the longest night

how it felt once

to see by the light.

But instead of being

afraid of the ever-changing tide

instead of saying

dark is dangerous

I will say

the night is a blanket

covering me in stars

the night is a reminder

that I am worthy of rest

the night is a canvas

for all of my dreams.

I remember the sun

but I am held by the night.

I am not afraid.

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