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Dec 2014
life's old force drags me
and I wake up from my dream
at four in the morning

shouting from outside
shakes the blue dark
in dampened mist

breaking the quiet
like the first footstep on morning snow
and rattling dew off the grass

silent against a sleepless night
I roll over again
eyes wide open

growing older feels
like a sleepless night
at four in the morning
Kit John Parish
Written by
Kit John Parish  Brighton
(Brighton)   
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