Not on my watch

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I stayed up until dawn’s
rays lullabied the
moon to
sleep.

I needed to hear your
soul whistling in and
out of your
lungs.

I listened to hear your
spirit punching air and karate
chopping grim
reapers.

~Pamela Rossow

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