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Nov 2011
If I wake up,
Bring me home,
To the vacant dawn,

Lay me to rest,
On paper sand,
And farewell at last,

When I wake up,
Leave me prevented,
Black bouquet in hand,

Under the veil,
Of empty promise,
And wasted youth,
Farewell at last
Β©Nicola-Isobel H.        05.11.2011
Isobel G
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Isobel G  28/F/Australia
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