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May 2018
Quickly sweetly slipping into slumber
Heavy eyelids heavy legs made of lumber
Dreamy drowsy dripping with dreary views
Blurred bulbs and brilliant blues
Head on the pale plush pillow
Hair hanging over the warping edges like a weeping willow
Twitching tips of toes
Curling over the curbing cliff watching crows
One small step into a soaring sight
A frightening and freeing fancy flight
A dream state of wonder where worry is gone
Ending with a yearning early yawn
Half asleep half awake
Taking turns on a nightly break
Quiet quaint quintessence looming from your peaceful pause
Out of me my melancholy it mindfully and methodically draws
Bringing no more negative non-compliant thoughts
When I gaze into your gaping glorious eyes I'm blinded and see only dots
You embody the sun and emulate all its extraordinary and fleeting evanescence
I pry and pray to be graced with your playful presence
Illuminating my ever dimming once illustrious life
The vivid vision of you sharpens even the dullest knife
Eleanor Sinclair
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Eleanor Sinclair  24/F/The Enterprise
(24/F/The Enterprise)   
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     Charlie Black, Lily, Rain, --- and liz
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