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By sadedamola, Norwell, MA

We bruise easy on days like these:
when you tell me you dreamt last night of
barefoot sleepwalkers.

We were once small boned and brand new,
untouched and angled towards the light,

If only I could gather my shadow
and hold it between my fingers.
Then it wouldn’t chase me anymore,

And I’d cover you.

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