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Sep 2013
Sometimes I want to sleep until winter,
and find someone to play in the snow with me.

Hold my head under the bathwater,
and see if I'm cleaner on the other side.

Let the lead in my bones rise to my throat,
and coat my tongue.
Sometimes I want to slip on a pair of black spectacles and be blind for a while.
Written by
Patrick A G Watson  Scotland
(Scotland)   
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