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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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