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Jul 2013
The bed lay warm as my eyes turned
to black
I wanted to hear the silence

But the match went on
My pillow hid nothing
Below

Stop is all I prayed
Nothing fixed
Yet all comes broken

My yearn for the peace
From volumes that cried me
Soon the silence
andy fardell
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andy fardell
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