This piece from Margins of the First Draft is a soft, slightly mischievous reflection on love, intimacy, and longing. Sometimes, poetry catches the places where tenderness and silliness meet. (Authors Note) 6. a Prayer was chanted Here I lay In the darkness of my room...
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