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Mar 2010
I’ve trudged through them before
Like dragging through wet snow
My body has been growing sore
And Time is moving slow
The nights they seem a little darker
The days are not so bright
In my room I see a flicker
And am consumed by fading light
Despite the night I will see all
A motion picture in my head
Tomorrow my motion will cease to crawl
I’ll lie still within my bed
Written by
Jamie Dunlap
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