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Jan 2019
You made your way into my dreams again last night
I no longer try to fight it
Your presence, however ethereal, makes me warm
And by the morning sun from me you’re torn
Eleanor Sinclair
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Eleanor Sinclair  20/F/The Enterprise
(20/F/The Enterprise)   
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