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Apr 2015
You saw my slumbering
washed out in the rains
wisps of hope veiled
dreams I couldn't remember

And I saw you too then
alone amongst the wreckage
the embers still smoldering
but with light in your eyes

Give me your hand now
let us turn south from this place
with warmth in your lungs

the thunder storm is breaking
and it doesn't matter anymore
that no one here knows my name
Matthew Berkshire
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Matthew Berkshire  Chicago
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