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Thank you for reading *Andrea Pike*
Under every dark, hidden corner -
there is a soul buried within mossy tears...
I got stuck one day
with my shoe lodged...
Goodnight my beloved sunrise
gather silk fingers from gloves...
If life was simple
the dullness of her eyes...
My eyelids flicker
My heart is for giving
but my soul dies if I dont feed it first.