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Apr 2013
What to do at 3:45am
when sleep cannot be found?
It's you, a couch and a sleeping bag.
It's you and your memories
from a foreign land. It's you and God
listening to the air condition roll,
waiting for a new day.
Sarah Moseley
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Sarah Moseley
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