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Working in Dying Light The light creeps lower and lower behind my left shoulder and I begin to feel my words instead of seeing them. Then my eyes will close and complete darkness falls: my work will have only been considered a dream.
Written by Gogo
December 31, 2007 at 3:29 am
Posted in Poetry
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