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in beads of sweat that gather at his forehead, in curled palms drawn up tight to the crook of his neck,
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 52 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 07-13-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3041684
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Asleep, he writes,
in beads of sweat
that gather at his forehead,
in curled palms
drawn up tight
to the crook of his neck,
in sighs that
melt the silent
air that brushes his face,
while for once
he does not argue
with the truth that
darkness dictates
for him.
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