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  • As I lay in the darkness,

    Ear pressed against

    My pillow,

    Listening...

    Listening...

    the the beat

    of my own heart,

    Pounding

    like distant

    thunder,

    a lullaby,

    But thinking...

    Thinking...

    of the fragility

    of a clay pot

    before it enters

    the kiln,

    Of the distant

    storm

    breaking...

    breaking...

    As I lay in

    the darkness,

    The silence

    Ringing in my ears,

    And the shades

    Of grey,

    Dancing

    Before

    My

    E

    Y

    E

    S

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