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Jan 2017
sleep is a beautiful chore
awake is an attic fan lullaby
awake is cars passing by
awake is clothes hanging out to dry

when I go to sleep
I tell myself Iā€™m digging in the cold sand
of that unfamiliar shore
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   Ben M
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