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Apr 2021
this is it here,
creaking moments at near dawn
and outside the world is quiet
except for murmurs
in my sleepy crown

everything be still
now and a life reflects
within me
warm under the covers
the past resolute
and a stranger to future
the script unfolds from
curtain to consciousness
Written by
Ian Carpenter
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