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Street Light
Sleep tight, my dear.
Don’t be afraid of the sounds.
It is just rain.
Fear not the wings.
Those are moths flying to their doom.
They can’t wait for the sun, but you can.
I will protect you.
I am standing guard tonight.
Let them laugh at my tiny lantern.
My halo sickly pale in the darkness.
My light not really a light,
choking under the blanket of rain.
Let them laugh, but I'll watch over you.
Together we will last until tomorrow.
GloPoWriMo Day 17
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