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Sep 2019
Remember me
when you drink the water here
and find yourself
all drained of colour

The sand flits out from under your feet
you’re running out of time
and the energy to run

Then you shall know who I am
and that here
I have no address
Minor changes made. 20 year old poem.
neth jones
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neth jones  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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