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Jan 2012
heavy eyelids and fading lights
lead the path into the night
limbs are curling and head lies down
now you’re dreaming, can’t turn round
but morning comes - sun shines though cracks
eyes have opened, can’t go back
you hate to leave the land you yearn
now awake, wait to return
Rebecca McDade
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