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Apr 2014
I watch here as she sleeps
This disconcerting girl I know
Her face relaxes, falls to slumber
But not i
No, never i
As the wind is filled
With questions unanswered
And answers unquestioned

Her breathing slows as sleep drifts
A mind slowly moving toward peace
I wait for those eyes to open
But not me
No, never me
I am not what those eyes want to see
In unopened eyes I see hope
In opened only closing.
Tomas Denson
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