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Night shift solace
Black and white, they rest in place
held in their wooden tomb, lost in space
a haven bathed in bright moonlight
in a sports hall on a quiet night
A break in time can be so rare
Capturing the now from the glare
Free at last, I roam the grounds
To bathe in light and glorious sound
A feast for the eyes and the soul
The waves fill my unworthy ear holes
Such a b...
Thursday 9th May 2024 2:18 pm
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