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Late night the girl with the nightmare

 

 

 

arrives in my bed

and curls her body

into my body

and rests her head

in my arms and says

she is scared

and always I tell her

you’re safe,

I’m here,

and though

I hate for her

to suffer,

there is this

small warmth

delivered

to me

by fear.

 

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