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Feb 2017
It's too late for the neon lights
too early for the dawn
my world is poised
suspended breath
not quite sleeping
yawning creeping.....dawn

The silence breaks a fragile egg
shatters with the robins song
Introduction to construction
The industry of dawn

and all the magic spells I held
with bated breath
are gone

A man against his world
forging on

Roosty
Robert Andrews
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Robert Andrews  55/M
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     ---, kim and Anna
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