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Apr 2018
I thought when I moved
I would end up
in a place
where the gap
underneath the door
wasn't so big.
Now the light is streaming in.
I can't sleep again.
Irate Watcher
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Irate Watcher  30/F/Denver
(30/F/Denver)   
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