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Sunday, March 20, 2011
Night Light
Night Light
When she was too old
She closed the door,
Took the light out
of the wall.
She put it in a box
Inside
her closet.
She proclaimed
I am too old
for light.
And so she lay
Beneath
the ceiling.
No monsters came
And she tried to be
too old.
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