| Now I Lay Me Down by Christopher A. Lane |
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listen for the true words and tell them to me in the belly of night when I am afraid and perhaps in the terrifying silence of afterwards I will hear them too: the clapping of leaves - green hands by my window placid circles of breath, steady, eternal the north wind's O-shaped lips whispering secrets and the darkness in perfect, constant counterpoint shouting down my fears
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