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Jan 9
I close my eyes
And I see shadows of what was before me
And now it’s black
Don’t look back

The black is like velvet
I touch it’s soft pile
And I smile
It’s all in the minds eye

I relax
I enjoy the escape
It’s all in the imagination
Now try
Enjoy, now sleep!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  65/F/Calverton
(65/F/Calverton)   
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