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I was pulled in too—
The heat against my
Skin was like that of summer days;
You were a fog that drove the ravens away.
I told you twice I'd learn to fly;
You cradled me closer,
As if my frame were
Comprised of glass and hollow things.
But on nights you left, I'd fly again.
Loving you was a pool of weakness,
Hiding your monsters—
They almost killed me.
Now you're a fog, and I've grown my wings.
Should your monsters return, I've learned how to leave.
Copyright © 2015 by Ashley Williams
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