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Oct 2011
Restless, sleep won’t come
The night passes slowly
The ticking of the clock
Counting down
Every second closer to the finale
Can I make it?
Will all be lost?
The sun rises over the horizon
Birds sing their morning songs
The beginning, the end
I curl up under the madness
Sleep takes me
Sherry Clark
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Sherry Clark
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   Emily Tyler
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