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Alex Burgess Oct 2018
Drifting into the dead on night,
Where sleep drifts from dream of day
The shadows conspire to fill my conscious
And tender touch is far away

Stars beyond windows miles from home
Kisses that never last
Their distance confirms I am alone
Fighting the darkness that pulls us in

Eyes closed as the unconscious waters begin to take
Overboard in the sea of uncertainty
Gasping for air, body floating in the wake
Only the depths of the mind to save us

— The End —