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May 2012
Running from sleep
Fighting its dreary eyes
Passing through all the streets

Sprinting in familiar surroundings
Begging for something to remember
From the days, I swore to forget
In this place some time ago

Screeching winds of comforting voices
Engulf the road populated by corpses
Slowing to a walk, the stairs appear
Welcoming me down

Silently descending,
A bed made for one
Settling six feet under
Sleep comes not as war
Kate-Lynn Walsh
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Kate-Lynn Walsh
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