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Written by Ellen Sanders


 

Masks and dreams
of days long past;
monsters creep,
they always last.

Dances that
were never real,
but seemed a way
to make me feel.

I crawl and crawl
in mud so deep.
I wake and know
I did not sleep.

The gloves are off;
I’ll fight no more.
I need a light
that leads ashore.

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