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Apr 2016
Shallow and afraid you lay
Still, supine, seventy miles
Away in thought even though
You’re here in physicality --
Not quite ready to surrender
Your conscience to the darker
Realms, eyes glazed over guards
That are fading off
Away, into unknown depths
Nora
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Nora  MA -> LA
(MA -> LA)   
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