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Dec 2012
Shadows dance before
my eyes as sleep
eludes my tired brain.

Shadows of dreams
from the day transforming
into nighttime fantasies.

There's a moment when
I think I see your face...
But then the
Shadows engulf me-

And I drift away.
Emily Reardon
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