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In my library people are invited to leave messages in the margins.Following
Fear When I was young I was afraid of certain kinds of Dark. Specifically; The Dark that chased me up the stair That licked my nape That whispered things And kissed the air Between us. And now I kiss my child His worried face, his grubby little fists. And he asks me of the Dark. I stay, and hold his hand and talk about -the stars we could not see without it. ER 25/02/09
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