absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churn — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
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absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churning bile and burnt hairfeels like screaming agony, my heart dying and dying

— Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
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