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Nov 2024
In bed at night
I bide my time
Just waiting til
It all is right

With closed eyes
I try to find
A piece of mine
I need not fight

Engage with rites
Illumed, alight
To shed the fright
And sharpen sights

I've practiced death
For all my life
I bide my time
In bed at night
Friends for Dinner
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Friends for Dinner  Some Strange Nebula
(Some Strange Nebula)   
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