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Feb 2012
There is a place I go, when I'm really tired,
On the verge of sleep where words and
   voices
Come freely into the brain and I know,
I have work, or appointments, or something
to keep.

It leaves me,
   anxious
For the days when I never kept anything,
It was so much freer.
Written by
Tom
366
   Aeerdna
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