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Dec 2014
Sleep comes to me now
Like a lover, faultless yet wronged,
ever forgiving, crawling silently into my bed;
Like a heavy monsoon-soaked night
Descending on a decrepit, third-world city.
ottaross
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ottaross  Ottawa
(Ottawa)   
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   Lynn Greyling
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