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night light

voices speaking softly through the darkness and the rain

what they said is soon forgotten, for memory is a shaky thing

but the fact of conversation is remembered, despite foggy brains

two minutes, thirty seconds to explain, to respond, to sit in silence

wondering whether the words were right,  somehow relieving pain

when human hands weren’t there to wipe the tears away

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