holding hands before bed
when nightmares appear we are within arm’s reach
wrapped up in dreams, love, life, and sheets

when nightmares appear we are within arm’s reach
wrapped up in dreams, love, life, and sheets
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Educator, advocate, and writer who has been shacking up with bipolar disorder since 2000. The “Dr.” is silent. The bad jokes are loud ❤ seebrightness.com