Poem for the Longest Night [https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1081627664932159620/1148820475057815553/anti_pirate_graphic_-_walking_in_sky_-_poetry_vol_1_-_white.png]

We sleep,

digging our heads deeper

into our pillows

Twisting our feet into blankets,

spreading our toes like new roots.

In our dreams

we pray

to sleep through winter,

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hoping

the morning sun will open

the pressed together palms

of our pale, tulip hands.

We turn,

in restless sleep,

towards the veiled warmth

of winter's languid

brightness,

and linger in a blanket

of eyelid red light.

- Kat Isacson

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