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Feb 2016
I lie wide awake
quarter past three in the morning
the clock shows

Some serial, watches my mum
in that space of hers

In the same room as mine
sleep my brothers
Quiet, it is
For thoughts, inspirations
I wait

I thought
when finally neared me
I had fallen asleep until then
A dream it turned out to be
Now, I can't recall a thing
cath
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