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Jun 2020
on my wakeful mornings
before my sight has lost
its foggy nighttime hue
I'm balanced unsteadily
between speckled worlds
black spots poised
like tiny lizards
in neither of the realities
that silvering glass creates
Written by
Sam Lawrence  51/M/London
(51/M/London)   
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