Poem by Emily Braverman ’14 Winner of Poetry Contest 2014 Shovel the stars into my pockets, paint the glory of the moon on my forehead, label me midnight and call me lonesome. Let me pour the wind into late night chills and fuse me to the day; but let me sleep.
Poem by Emily Braverman ’14
Winner of Poetry Contest 2014
Shovel the stars into my pockets,
paint the glory of the moon on my forehead,
label me midnight and
call me lonesome.
Let me pour the wind
into late night chills
and fuse me to the day;
but let me sleep.
The City High Review 
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