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Nov 2012
Lay down to sleep shut my eyes to sleep. Once im under the blanket, I feel left out of the cold air that touches my toes at night.  I open my eyes. But its not the eyes of my cold covered body its the eyes on my soul.  I look around with the eyes of my soul. I can't move but I can see my body laying there loosing breath. I close my eyes one last time I'm floating like a boat on water. Floating away to where my sorrows are. In my deadly dreams.
Tavia Robshaw
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Tavia Robshaw  Maine
(Maine)   
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