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Apr 2019
Knock knock.
I heard it in my sleep,
in my head,
I heard the knocking
between the weather change,
between the fleeting cold mornings
and the calm of the sun on my afternoon skin.
I heard the knock of it all coming together,
the season, waking me from the nightmare.
Seasons changing brings a new reincarnation of the spirit
Ed C
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Ed C  22/NYC
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     Anna-Marie Rose, Heather and Ray Dunn
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