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the bridge

bear my weight

one life to the next

silent witness

or conspirator

intrinsically woven

my story 

and yours

i've lost count

of how many times

i have crossed

running away

yet stretching for home

under darkness lit

a beacon, a friend

now, as the sun beats down

i sit

not in your shadow

but bathed in blue

and realise

i was sleeping

today, this day

i am awake

i am awake

i am awake

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