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Sep 2014
In the middle of the night
I wake to the fear of the night
I am left thinking about my dreams
Not waking dreams of life and love
But these darker dreams of the night
Are crystal clear, tenuous memories
That connect bits of a day now past
With a reality that cannot be but
Seems so logical as I drift into
My dream-world madness
In the middle of the night
Ian Beckett
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Ian Beckett  Dublin and Vienna
(Dublin and Vienna)   
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