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Dec 2024
Then I woke

   The dream died
   like the faded marrow ache
   once the door closes
   and the fire invades
   to rekindle the embers within.

and my eyes adjusted to the light.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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