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Aug 2016
I'm left to think in my own bed
rock hard pillows beneath my head.
a mind so cold, a mind insane,
Heart beating fast like a rapid moving train.
I want to dream of a world, one I have yet to see
but once again insomnia has taken over me.
New Age Traveller
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New Age Traveller  Canada
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