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Jun 2019
the boots are *****,
from stamping the ground.

the wet sound of
rain-stricken earth.
as if we could pay strangers,
such as our therapists;

whom have their own powerlines.
Isobel Webster
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Isobel Webster  Australia
(Australia)   
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