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Jan 2011
I await the
night
weary from
the exertion
of the day
waiting for
the ramp to
lower my tired
skeleton
onto the reason
for my fear.

I watch as
the light dims
all is quiet
just the sound
of my bated
breath
a night of
torment ahead
no sleep is
forthcoming
waiting for the
night to deliver
me into day.
Written by
Andrew Penman
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