Nighttime
The night tears through my mind
Leaving me wide-eyed in the dark
I need a light.
To remind me that my fears aren’t real.
Aren’t here.
And the sound of the wind blows through me.
Making me shiver and long for winter.
With warm fires.
And soft blankets.
To keep me warm.
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