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Falling Awake

Fluorescent, flashing lights go out,

and I am descended into a darkness, so desperate that it draws its arms around me and holds on.

I hold my nerve,

hollow, held breaths as I count the beats of my heart,

each one taking longer than the last to arrive because I am travelling,

trailed by the deep darkness.

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